From Publishers Weekly
The irony inherent in the suspicious reception of Harry Potter by conservative Christians, so different from their embrace of the equally magical worlds of J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, is not lost on Bridger, a theologian and principal of Trinity College in Bristol, England. This gently eloquent book points out the many ways in which J.K. Rowling is heir not only to Tolkien and Lewis's imaginative tradition, but to their theological tradition as well. While he scrupulously refrains from guessing what Rowling herself believes indeed, he strangely fails to cite her public affirmation that she is a member of the Church of Scotland and had her daughter christened there he is eager to unearth the distinct, if perhaps residual, Christian underpinnings of Rowling's moral universe. In her stark treatment of good and evil, her account of moral development and even her approach to magic (which he argues is more a literary device than the central interest of her writing), Bridger sees parallels between Rowling's world and that constructed by Christian faith. He reads Rowling with some sophistication, especially in his penultimate chapter, which offers some intriguing guesses about the shape of the series as a whole and the changing role of magic within it. If his writing has a certain air of professorial condescension, Bridger still offers more than enough reasons for Christians to follow Rowling's subsequent work with interest if they have not already placed their pre-order for volume five.
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From Library Journal
"The moral Universe of Potterworld," says Bridger, "is one [of] real evil and real good." An Anglican scholar from England who has served as a parish pastor and currently teaches ethics to seminarians here and in Britain, Bridger identifies strong moral themes for all ages in the best-selling Harry Potter series in his brief, readable study. He asserts that although fantasy author Rowling never mentions Jesus or the Resurrection, her writings emphasize the superiority of the power of love over the love of power. Bridger provides many examples from the first Harry Potter novels that echo Christian teachings about positive relationships. Now that Harry can be seen on video, Rowling's critics are back in full force, so parents and educators will welcome the news that Harry Potter and his friends live by the Golden Rule. Highly recommended for public, school, and seminary libraries. [There is no shortage of Christian commentary on Harry Potter. Other recent titles include Connie Neal's The Gospel According to Harry Potter, which defends the series, and Richard Abanes's more strident Harry Potter and the Bible: The Menace Behind the Magick. Ed.] Joyce Smothers, Student, Princeton Theological Seminary, N.
- Joyce Smothers, Student, Princeton Theological Seminary, NJ
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- Joyce Smothers, Student, Princeton Theological Seminary, NJ
Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information, Inc.
Book Description
In this enlightening look at J.K. Rowling's phenomenal bestsellers, a Christian minister illuminates the powerful, positive message Harry Potter and his magical world bring to readers of all ages.
Potter fever has swept the world and shows no signs of abating. the books and the recent movie have attracted millions of followers and fans, all of them eagerly awaiting the next installments. Along with the widespread enjoyment and appreciation of Harry Potter and his friendships, however, criticism of the series has also emerged. The opposition has focused on two issues; the darkness of the novels and their apparent endorsement of witchcraft and the occult. In A Charmed Life, Francis Bridger, a theologian and pastor, argues that far from promoting the dark arts, the Potter books are firmly based in Christian values, and offer valuable insights into our characters, our relationships, our priorities, and our spirituality.
Taking readers on an entertaining tour of Potterworld, Bridger shows that each adventure presents new ways of expressing and exploring key spiritual issues, from the meaning of justice, to the need to confront fears, to the debilitating effects of evil. As Harry and his friends deal with one another, face their enemies, cope with their variously dysfunctional families, and experience the common problems o fgrowing up, Bridger domonstrates, it is their intrinsic human goodness, love, and friendship--not wizardry or magic--that allows them to triumph over evil.
Potter fever has swept the world and shows no signs of abating. the books and the recent movie have attracted millions of followers and fans, all of them eagerly awaiting the next installments. Along with the widespread enjoyment and appreciation of Harry Potter and his friendships, however, criticism of the series has also emerged. The opposition has focused on two issues; the darkness of the novels and their apparent endorsement of witchcraft and the occult. In A Charmed Life, Francis Bridger, a theologian and pastor, argues that far from promoting the dark arts, the Potter books are firmly based in Christian values, and offer valuable insights into our characters, our relationships, our priorities, and our spirituality.
Taking readers on an entertaining tour of Potterworld, Bridger shows that each adventure presents new ways of expressing and exploring key spiritual issues, from the meaning of justice, to the need to confront fears, to the debilitating effects of evil. As Harry and his friends deal with one another, face their enemies, cope with their variously dysfunctional families, and experience the common problems o fgrowing up, Bridger domonstrates, it is their intrinsic human goodness, love, and friendship--not wizardry or magic--that allows them to triumph over evil.
About the Author
FRANCIS BRIDGER is Principal of Trinity College, Bristol, England, and Visiting Professor of Pasoral Care at Fuller Theological Seminary in Pasadena, California. His previous books include Counselling in Context, and the award-winning Children Finding Faith.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
1
Plans Are Made
"IRENE AND I are finally getting to go to Bryson City," Mandie informed Joe as they walked to school one April morning. "Miss Abigail sent our mother a note last night asking us to go with her next weekend." Mandie smiled at Joe as she walked quickly to keep up with him.
"My mother also received a note from her," Joe replied with a big grin.
"Are you going?" Mandie asked.
"I'm not sure if I want to go," Joe said.
"Not sure?" Mandie asked. "Why aren't you sure you want to go?" She couldn't believe anyone would turn down an invitation to go to Bryson City. The courthouse was there, along with shops full of interesting things she had always heard about but never seen. The community where they lived, Charley Gap, only had one general store.
Joe looked down at her and said, "I've been there before with my father while he was making calls, and I didn't think it was a very interesting place."
"Joe Woodard!" Mandie exclaimed, stopping in the road to stomp her foot. "How can you say that? I've always heard there are lots of interesting places in Bryson City."
"There are a lot of stuffy old city people over there," Joe answered. He paused to look down at her.
"But we will be staying with some friends of Miss Abigail," Mandie replied.
"Yes, and those friends are stuffy old city people," Joe told her. "Come on, Mandie. We're going to be late for school." He started to walk on.
Mandie quickly followed. "How do you know they're stuffy?" she demanded.
"My mother knew the name of the people in the note who Miss Abigail said we would be staying with. Mother also said they were very well-off people who live in a great mansion. I just wouldn't be comfortable," Joe explained. "Besides, what would we do there?"
Mandie grinned and said, "Maybe we'll run into a mystery!"
"Oh, Mandie, you and your mysteries!" Joe exclaimed.
"All right then, if you don't go and I find a mystery, I won't even tell you about it when I get back," Mandie said.
Joe ignored that remark and asked, "Is Irene going?"
Mandie frowned and said, "Of course she's going. She's been wanting to go there for a long time too."
"Then Irene can help you solve any old mystery you run into over there," Joe replied with a big grin.
"You know as well as I do that Irene is not interested in solving mysteries. She just doesn't have the patience," Mandie said. She looked ahead and saw Faith at the crossroads. "Come on, Faith's waiting for us."
After they caught up with Faith, Mandie asked, "Did you know Miss Abigail invited Irene and me to go with y'all to Bryson City next weekend?" And glancing at Joe, she added, "She asked Joe, too, but he's not interested."
"Yes, she told me she was inviting all of you," Faith replied as they continued walking toward the schoolhouse. She looked at Joe and asked, "Why don't you want to go with us?"
Joe cleared his throat and replied, "I told Mandie I'm not sure if I'm going."
Faith and her grandmother, Mrs. Chapman, were temporarily staying with Miss Abigail while the local men repaired the old, ramshackle house, which Mrs. Chapman had inherited from a distant cousin.
"Faith, I know you are from a city in Missouri and are probably used to being around shops, but you are still interested in going, aren't you?" Mandie asked.
"Of course," Faith replied. "I've never been to Bryson City. I like to visit places I've never seen."
"Do you know anything about Miss Abigail's friends we'll be staying with?" Mandie asked.
"Nothing, except their name is Pettigru, they are about Miss Abigail's age, and they don't have any children," Faith replied.
As they came to the lane leading to the schoolhouse, Joe suddenly rushed forward, saying, "I don't see anyone outside. I hope we're not late."
The girls quickly followed. When Joe opened the front door, they saw no one there except the schoolmaster, Mr. Tallant, who was busy at his desk.
"Good morning," Mandie said as she took her books from Joe and went to her desk.
Mr. Tallant looked up from his paperwork and smiled. "Good morning," he said. "Y'all are here bright and early."
"Early?" Joe muttered under his breath as he went to his seat.
Faith looked at Mandie and Joe and said, "I came out on the road early so I'd be sure to catch y'all, so we really are early."
At that moment the door opened and Mandie looked back to see Esther rush into the schoolroom.
"Oh, it's so nice of Miss Abigail to invite all of us to go to Bryson City with her, isn't it?" Esther said to Faith while glancing at Mandie and Joe.
Mandie silently thought, Oh, goodness! Esther is going too? Oh, no! She looked at Joe and he grinned at her. He had probably immediately made the decision that he was definitely not going now. Everyone knew Esther was hard to get along with because she always wanted everything her way.
"Yes," Faith said to Esther. "Did your mother give you permission to go?"
"Of course," Esther replied. "And she has heard of Miss Abigail's friends over there. They are supposed to be very wealthy."
That comment caused Mandie to think again. She was not comfortable around wealthy people, but Esther's parents were well-off and Esther was used to associating with that class of people. That was one reason Esther was so bossy with the other pupils in Mr. Tallant's school.
The door opened and closed again, and Mandie glanced back to see her sister, Irene, enter the room with Tommy Lester. Irene said to Faith, "Those friends of Miss Abigail's must have an awfully big house. She invited Tommy to go too."
Faith replied, "Yes, she said they have a three-story house." Then, looking at Tommy, she added, "I'm glad you can go, Tommy."
Tommy, always shy with everyone but Irene, smiled at her and said, "My mother has already sent Miss Abigail our thanks for asking me."
Mandie was curious about who else had been invited. No one mentioned the trip to Bryson City again, and as soon as Mandie, Joe, and Faith sat down outside at recess to eat lunch, Mandie tried to find out.
"Were others invited too?" Mandie asked Faith as she took a biscuit with ham from her lunch pail.
"Not that I know of," Faith replied, digging into her own lunch. "Just you, Joe, Esther, Irene, Tommy, and my grandmother, only my grandmother said she wasn't interested in going."
"How are we going to get there?" Mandie asked.
"Oh, Mr. Tallant is going. He will drive Miss Abigail's wagon for her," Faith explained. "I'm sure we'll all fit into one wagon."
Turning to Joe, Mandie asked, "Does your father know these people? Has he ever doctored them?"
Joe shook his head. "No, he's heard their name but he said they haven't been in Bryson City very long, about two years, and they haven't needed a doctor. Their house is on a hill, hidden behind a grove of trees so you can't see it very well from the road."
Mandie smiled. "That sounds like a place that could have mysteries attached to it."
"If there's one there, I'm sure you'll find it," Faith said.
"Since Mr. Tallant is going and Miss Abigail is planning to leave on Friday morning, I suppose school will be closed on Friday," Joe said.
"Yes, since the whole school can't go to Bryson City, I heard Miss Abigail say that Mr. Tallant would close the school Friday," Faith explained.
"And if you don't go with us, what will you do on Friday?" Mandie asked Joe.
"Oh, I can think of lots of things to do," Joe answered, closing his pail.
"Like what?" Mandie asked.
Joe stood up. "I could help your father work on the fence he's putting around his property, or I could go hunting, or--" He paused as the bell rang to end lunchtime.
Mandie rose and shook her head. "My parents are going to visit friends in Franklin on Friday since Irene and I won't be home," she told him.
"I can always find something to do," Joe said, walking toward the door.
"You might as well come with us, Joe, or you'll probably be left with nothing to do," Faith told him.
"I just said I could always find something to do," Joe said sharply, rushing into the schoolroom and to his desk.
As Mandie walked down the aisle to her desk, she whispered to Faith, "I wonder why he is so set against going to Bryson City with us?"
"Maybe he'll change his mind," Faith whispered back as she too went to her seat.
Mandie thought about Joe during class that afternoon. She decided there must be some reason he was not interested in going to Bryson City with the rest of them. But what could it be? He was always ready to go anywhere when the opportunity arose, so why not this time?
At the end of the day, Mr. Tallant tapped a ruler on his desk. "Attention, please," he said. "School will be closed this coming Friday for a holiday, and I will not give you any homework for the weekend, so plan to enjoy the time off."
A rousing "Thank you!" burst from the pupils as everyone stood to leave for the day.
Rushing out the door, Mandie looked up to see a dark sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance. She paused on the porch with Joe and Faith.
"Oh, it's going to storm and we're going to get wet," Mandie lamented.
"...
Plans Are Made
"IRENE AND I are finally getting to go to Bryson City," Mandie informed Joe as they walked to school one April morning. "Miss Abigail sent our mother a note last night asking us to go with her next weekend." Mandie smiled at Joe as she walked quickly to keep up with him.
"My mother also received a note from her," Joe replied with a big grin.
"Are you going?" Mandie asked.
"I'm not sure if I want to go," Joe said.
"Not sure?" Mandie asked. "Why aren't you sure you want to go?" She couldn't believe anyone would turn down an invitation to go to Bryson City. The courthouse was there, along with shops full of interesting things she had always heard about but never seen. The community where they lived, Charley Gap, only had one general store.
Joe looked down at her and said, "I've been there before with my father while he was making calls, and I didn't think it was a very interesting place."
"Joe Woodard!" Mandie exclaimed, stopping in the road to stomp her foot. "How can you say that? I've always heard there are lots of interesting places in Bryson City."
"There are a lot of stuffy old city people over there," Joe answered. He paused to look down at her.
"But we will be staying with some friends of Miss Abigail," Mandie replied.
"Yes, and those friends are stuffy old city people," Joe told her. "Come on, Mandie. We're going to be late for school." He started to walk on.
Mandie quickly followed. "How do you know they're stuffy?" she demanded.
"My mother knew the name of the people in the note who Miss Abigail said we would be staying with. Mother also said they were very well-off people who live in a great mansion. I just wouldn't be comfortable," Joe explained. "Besides, what would we do there?"
Mandie grinned and said, "Maybe we'll run into a mystery!"
"Oh, Mandie, you and your mysteries!" Joe exclaimed.
"All right then, if you don't go and I find a mystery, I won't even tell you about it when I get back," Mandie said.
Joe ignored that remark and asked, "Is Irene going?"
Mandie frowned and said, "Of course she's going. She's been wanting to go there for a long time too."
"Then Irene can help you solve any old mystery you run into over there," Joe replied with a big grin.
"You know as well as I do that Irene is not interested in solving mysteries. She just doesn't have the patience," Mandie said. She looked ahead and saw Faith at the crossroads. "Come on, Faith's waiting for us."
After they caught up with Faith, Mandie asked, "Did you know Miss Abigail invited Irene and me to go with y'all to Bryson City next weekend?" And glancing at Joe, she added, "She asked Joe, too, but he's not interested."
"Yes, she told me she was inviting all of you," Faith replied as they continued walking toward the schoolhouse. She looked at Joe and asked, "Why don't you want to go with us?"
Joe cleared his throat and replied, "I told Mandie I'm not sure if I'm going."
Faith and her grandmother, Mrs. Chapman, were temporarily staying with Miss Abigail while the local men repaired the old, ramshackle house, which Mrs. Chapman had inherited from a distant cousin.
"Faith, I know you are from a city in Missouri and are probably used to being around shops, but you are still interested in going, aren't you?" Mandie asked.
"Of course," Faith replied. "I've never been to Bryson City. I like to visit places I've never seen."
"Do you know anything about Miss Abigail's friends we'll be staying with?" Mandie asked.
"Nothing, except their name is Pettigru, they are about Miss Abigail's age, and they don't have any children," Faith replied.
As they came to the lane leading to the schoolhouse, Joe suddenly rushed forward, saying, "I don't see anyone outside. I hope we're not late."
The girls quickly followed. When Joe opened the front door, they saw no one there except the schoolmaster, Mr. Tallant, who was busy at his desk.
"Good morning," Mandie said as she took her books from Joe and went to her desk.
Mr. Tallant looked up from his paperwork and smiled. "Good morning," he said. "Y'all are here bright and early."
"Early?" Joe muttered under his breath as he went to his seat.
Faith looked at Mandie and Joe and said, "I came out on the road early so I'd be sure to catch y'all, so we really are early."
At that moment the door opened and Mandie looked back to see Esther rush into the schoolroom.
"Oh, it's so nice of Miss Abigail to invite all of us to go to Bryson City with her, isn't it?" Esther said to Faith while glancing at Mandie and Joe.
Mandie silently thought, Oh, goodness! Esther is going too? Oh, no! She looked at Joe and he grinned at her. He had probably immediately made the decision that he was definitely not going now. Everyone knew Esther was hard to get along with because she always wanted everything her way.
"Yes," Faith said to Esther. "Did your mother give you permission to go?"
"Of course," Esther replied. "And she has heard of Miss Abigail's friends over there. They are supposed to be very wealthy."
That comment caused Mandie to think again. She was not comfortable around wealthy people, but Esther's parents were well-off and Esther was used to associating with that class of people. That was one reason Esther was so bossy with the other pupils in Mr. Tallant's school.
The door opened and closed again, and Mandie glanced back to see her sister, Irene, enter the room with Tommy Lester. Irene said to Faith, "Those friends of Miss Abigail's must have an awfully big house. She invited Tommy to go too."
Faith replied, "Yes, she said they have a three-story house." Then, looking at Tommy, she added, "I'm glad you can go, Tommy."
Tommy, always shy with everyone but Irene, smiled at her and said, "My mother has already sent Miss Abigail our thanks for asking me."
Mandie was curious about who else had been invited. No one mentioned the trip to Bryson City again, and as soon as Mandie, Joe, and Faith sat down outside at recess to eat lunch, Mandie tried to find out.
"Were others invited too?" Mandie asked Faith as she took a biscuit with ham from her lunch pail.
"Not that I know of," Faith replied, digging into her own lunch. "Just you, Joe, Esther, Irene, Tommy, and my grandmother, only my grandmother said she wasn't interested in going."
"How are we going to get there?" Mandie asked.
"Oh, Mr. Tallant is going. He will drive Miss Abigail's wagon for her," Faith explained. "I'm sure we'll all fit into one wagon."
Turning to Joe, Mandie asked, "Does your father know these people? Has he ever doctored them?"
Joe shook his head. "No, he's heard their name but he said they haven't been in Bryson City very long, about two years, and they haven't needed a doctor. Their house is on a hill, hidden behind a grove of trees so you can't see it very well from the road."
Mandie smiled. "That sounds like a place that could have mysteries attached to it."
"If there's one there, I'm sure you'll find it," Faith said.
"Since Mr. Tallant is going and Miss Abigail is planning to leave on Friday morning, I suppose school will be closed on Friday," Joe said.
"Yes, since the whole school can't go to Bryson City, I heard Miss Abigail say that Mr. Tallant would close the school Friday," Faith explained.
"And if you don't go with us, what will you do on Friday?" Mandie asked Joe.
"Oh, I can think of lots of things to do," Joe answered, closing his pail.
"Like what?" Mandie asked.
Joe stood up. "I could help your father work on the fence he's putting around his property, or I could go hunting, or--" He paused as the bell rang to end lunchtime.
Mandie rose and shook her head. "My parents are going to visit friends in Franklin on Friday since Irene and I won't be home," she told him.
"I can always find something to do," Joe said, walking toward the door.
"You might as well come with us, Joe, or you'll probably be left with nothing to do," Faith told him.
"I just said I could always find something to do," Joe said sharply, rushing into the schoolroom and to his desk.
As Mandie walked down the aisle to her desk, she whispered to Faith, "I wonder why he is so set against going to Bryson City with us?"
"Maybe he'll change his mind," Faith whispered back as she too went to her seat.
Mandie thought about Joe during class that afternoon. She decided there must be some reason he was not interested in going to Bryson City with the rest of them. But what could it be? He was always ready to go anywhere when the opportunity arose, so why not this time?
At the end of the day, Mr. Tallant tapped a ruler on his desk. "Attention, please," he said. "School will be closed this coming Friday for a holiday, and I will not give you any homework for the weekend, so plan to enjoy the time off."
A rousing "Thank you!" burst from the pupils as everyone stood to leave for the day.
Rushing out the door, Mandie looked up to see a dark sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance. She paused on the porch with Joe and Faith.
"Oh, it's going to storm and we're going to get wet," Mandie lamented.
"...
