
Why is the fairy tale - the most archaic genre - won our world? Perhaps because the future has ceased to attract - it has already come, and no one knows what to do with it. It used to be different. Previously, science fiction writers provoked science, adjusting the scientists with their fiction. So it was at the time of Jules Verne, and Wells, and Chapek, even Arthur Clark, who debuted with a novel, predicted satellite communications. Now right on the contrary: science fiction writers follow scientists, hoping to profit from sensational ideas from the generous table of science.
In fact, that science fiction writers can come up with such a new one when the newspapers write about how to cross a mouse with a person, build a time machine and carry out instant "zero-traffic"?
Tomorrow has ceased to be the world of miracles. For this, we have today, and we do not like it too much. We are already used to being afraid of the irresistible power of the mind, which is capable of everything except self -restraint. If even the Inquisition has not stopped science, then we are unlikely to cope with it.
Deprived of the future and afraid of the present, we are looking for refuge in the past, knowing that we are not able to change it - only to come up with it again. This is what a modern fairy tale is engaged in. She transfers us to an alternative universe, where everything is obviously not like in life, but still it looks.
It is characteristic that the Academy of Wizards is hiding from modern life in the recent past. The temporary distance replaces the magical one. You can’t get to Hogvards on a rocket, only on a train that drags an old, polluting environment of a steam locomotive, which has not come from such a distant, but safe X1x century. The symbol of this good -neighborly proximity is the platform with an outlandish number 9 and 3/4. The fractions indicate what is almost there, but what in real life still cannot be. And this is the key to the unheard of Harry Potter's success.
Everyone read it, but looked even more. In the cinema and to the book of all of us, that insatiable hunger drives us, which prevents the surrounding the surrounding with the final. Out of fear of his inevitability, we believe in a parallel world, just like ours, but better. Existing outside theological fantasies and social experiments, he lurked behind his back to jump out of the hare from the hat in that happy morning when we were lucky to wake up in it.
The trouble is that the parallel lines intersect only in the school where Harry Potter studied. But he grew up - and, like everything good, he got to the museum.