This morning I was dozing, and using my favourite sleeping aid - audiobooks. The one on rotation is still Hitchens Arguably, and as I surfaced to consciousness this morning it furnished me with an incandescent moment - Hitchens reviewing J.K. Rowling's The Deathly Hallows. The thought alone - Hitchins picking up his reserved copy amid scarves and robes - Hitchens reading the the book, sighing at the tedious camping. It's wonderful. Then you get the actual review, which you should just read, because it is both excellent and tremendously funny, intentionally and unintentionally. I leave you (a body needs breakfast) with two highlights:
"The ban on sexual matters is also observed fairly pedantically, though as time has elapsed Rowling has probably acquired male readers who find themselves having vaguely impure thoughts about Hermione Granger (if not, because the thing seems somehow impossible, about Ginny Weasley)."
You don't know the half of it, friend.
And the end, which is a thing of beauty:
"It’s achievement enough that “19 years later,” as the last chapter-heading has it, and quite probably for many decades after that, there will still be millions of adults who recall their initiation to literature as a little touch of Harry in the night."