As we move into the two-months-and-counting phase of the time in July when the final Harry Potter novel will be published, I thought it time to once again proclaim what I've been saying ever since the first Harry Potter book broke huge some ten years ago: the extraordinary success of Rowling's books should shut down, once and for all, the claim that we live in an illiterate age.
The sales of these six novels have been extraordinary - nearly 90 million in the United States alone, another 36 million in the U.K., for a total of 270 million copies in 62 languages worldwide, including Latin and Ancient Greek (hey, someone should go back in a time machine and give a copy to Plato).
And these novels have been more than bought and skimmed - anyone I've ever seen with a Harry Potter novel has been totally engrossed, bubbling and eager to discuss the most minute and profound points in the book. Harry Potter's readers are not only legion, but literate, and highly so.
Not that this will convince the ghostly critics who lashed out at motion pictures nearly a century ago (see my book, The Soft Edge: A Natural History and Future of the Information Age, for details), and their descendants who did and are doing the same about television, the Internet, and even texting on cell phones: all of which are said to be dishing out a "vast goo of meaningless stimulation" (this from Harper's editor Thomas Zengotita), which render us callous, senseless, dumb, illiterate, and, for the worst like Jack Thompson about video games, even violent.
Never mind that. Even before Harry Potter and his magic, literacy rates had been holding steady in the age of television, and book sales had even been increasing (see The Soft Edge for figures). The proposition that photochemical, electronic, and now digital media are eroding our minds has always been an article of faith, subject to refutation by neither common sense nor hard evidence.
But, oh, I'm looking forward to the beach this July. To the copies of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows that will be on so many blankets, in so many hands. Each will whisper, to any academic who ever underestimated the power of the human intellect, to anyone who ever doubted the thirst for good narrative in every generation... in a chorus of millions and millions... you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong.