I was more offended on Snape’s behalf at what Rowling did to him than rejecting Snape. My suspension of belief was suspended. The judgments I make reading known a known fictional story and living in a story myself aren’t the same.
Although I admit to feeling something of the impulse, watching the world, to judge it as if it had an author, and take offense at some of the plot points. I suppose it’s a cognitive dissonance between what I in general value, and what in a particular instance turned out to be valuable. I don’t expect the universe to be fair, but I am disgruntled when it seems perverse.
I was more offended on Snape’s behalf at what Rowling did to him than rejecting Snape. My suspension of belief was suspended. The judgments I make reading known a known fictional story and living in a story myself aren’t the same.
Although I admit to feeling something of the impulse, watching the world, to judge it as if it had an author, and take offense at some of the plot points. I suppose it’s a cognitive dissonance between what I in general value, and what in a particular instance turned out to be valuable. I don’t expect the universe to be fair, but I am disgruntled when it seems perverse.