Cursed with the burden of the knowledge that we won’t live forever, and that the people we love won’t live forever, and that - even in a world rife with magic - this is one truth no spell (resurrection stones, aside) can change. We are all of us cursed children, in some ways. It asks questions like: “How is our identity shaped by our parents?”, “Do we ever really grow up?”, and “What effect does our past - and the people we love who are no longer with us - have on the person we are in this moment?”Ĭoming out of The Cursed Child, I wasn’t sure if I could tell you the identity of the eponymous cursed child, but that wasn’t a dissatisfying revelation in any way. The Cursed Child is thematically rich in so many ways, a treatise in the baggage we carry with us all (both through the wall at Platform 9 ¾ and, more importantly, emotionally).
Rowling (and brilliant The Cursed Child writer Jack Thorne) are much too masterful for that. Like so much of the Harry Potter fictional universe - J.K. As someone who was lucky enough to have seen Harry Potter and the Cursed Child on the West End stage, you might think the question, “Who is the Cursed Child?” would be an easy one for me to answer.
