Secrecy.

Dan Brown is not writing a Myth about the Freemasons.

The Masons write their own myths. ‘J.K. Rowling’ is one of them.

“In fact, one of the key Masonic insights into human nature,” says Knight,”is the reaction of people to terrorism and serial ritual murders executed with great skill. In other words, people will marvel and say, “What a dirty trick, but how skillfully executed. What a swindle, but how well and with what courage it has been done.” — Stephen Knight (Author of The Brotherhood. Knight was found dead at the age of 33. He is believed by many to have been murdered). 

“You have to have nerve”. (J.K. Rowling).

The world is not what it seems. The people running it are not the people you think are running it. The agenda, ‘democracy’, that you believe sustains it is not the agenda that sustains it. It is the good will and charitable work of moral men and women in all professions and all walks of life, most of them Christian, who sustain it. Those with influence and control steal and exploit, using the law to protect themselves.

“J.K. Rowling” is a team-work created myth, a monster of lies concocted by liars and thieves. It begins by trying to disguise the fact that she is a woman. It proceeds to Rowlingolatry. It will end when the myth is seen for what it most certainly is. A fiction. 

It was spawned by a few people greedy for money and power. The fact Little and Bloomsbury claimed they were struggling at the time financially, scarcely exonerates them, even if it were true. It is a lie of course, but one gigantic lie among others. For anyone who cares to check out the facts. Who are these people? Why don’t you find out? Are you allowed? Who, or what, is stopping you from even trying?

Bear in mind that Knowledge is Power. When Satan told Jesus “all this will I give thee if, falling down, thou wilt adore me,” he had a set of books on Roman Law under his arm at the time. From the psychiatrist’s office to the Mafia lair this is the case, always and everywhere. From the law courts to the jail cells that were built for them, this is the case. Law firms like Schillings take hefty fees from known criminals to make sure knowledge about them does not fall into the ‘wrong’ hands, or the right hands. They prevent scrutiny. That is their job. They are in the KNOWLEDGE CONTROL game. Knowledge control is how reprobates get elected to office and are kept there and often as not, as in Nixon’s case, how they are eventually prised loose from their manic grip on power. The disseminators of knowledge like the press and the internet are controlled by these people. An examination of the myth of Rowling and how it was created will leave you in no doubt whatsoever about that.

Freedom of  expression, your rights as an individual etc, mean nothing to Schillings, however much they may prattle to the contrary on their website. Freedom of the press means less, as Ian Hislop of Private Eye, will tell you. The rights of the rich and famous take precedence over the rights of those they feel threatened by. In reality, you have as many ‘rights’ as you can afford. Strictly speaking, you do not have any ‘rights’ at all as the notion of ‘rights’ is an abstraction in your head.

People give ‘rights’, people take them away. How then can ‘rights’ exist in any absolute sense, bills or no bills, charters or no charters, constitutions or no constitutions, if they can be removed? Where do ‘rights’ go when all hell breaks loose? What ‘rights’ did the Jews have in Berlin in 1939? Where were ‘rights’ in the Bogside in 1969 where the story that you think and believe was arrived at by Rowling was created? People prevent you from exercising ‘rights’ and can punish you if you do. The story you have fallen for was conceived of in the bowels of hell, not on a summer train ride to swinging London.

Ask the estate of Adrian Jacobs who brought a case against Rowling only to have their ‘right’ to a fair trial turned to dust and blown in their faces by her lawyers Neil Blair and Schillings. So much for  your ‘rights’. Rights belong to the rich and powerful. This is not a play on words. It is a cold, hard fact. They decide how many you get to keep and when you get none to keep. While there is peace you get to pursue your rights as greyhounds chase hares until you have lost your race. And then the hare is removed by those who own it, and so are you. In war you rights are swept aside and you are handed a rifle to fight for the rights of the few who have think nothing of robbing you of yours, even your right to live.

Such people decide too whether the product of your creative mind actually belongs to you, or to them. As one director put it; “without plagiarism, Hollywood would not exist.” In other words, the last people on earth likely to blow the whistle on Rowling, even if they knew, is Warner Bros. What you think you own you don’t. And if you are an artist labouring for the good of mankind you better wise to the fact that you are labouring but for a small group of it who alone will decide the fate of your work. These are the makers of culture, as we are led to believe it is. If you make it without their help of invested interest you are one of the few lucky ones. Rowling was definitely not in that group. Luck in her case, had absolutely nothing to do with it and that is why the myth burgeons embarrassingly with imaginary strokes of ‘good fortune’; from Bloomsbury riding over the hill to rescue the damsel in distress to the bored Bryony Evens stumbling upon the great work by accident. Almost like Somebody Else had orchestrated the whold shemazzle and his loyal servant, the neglected outcast Rowling, was a mere handmaid of his Divine Will. Bit like the Blessed Virgin Mary, don’t you think? They didn’t miss anybody did they?

If you are in the position to create a myth (‘knowledge’) that people subscribe to in their millions you have enormous power. Churches have been built on myth creation and marketing. The Reformation resulted from the wholesale abuse of such power by selling to the well-heeled ‘Muggles’ tickets to heaven called Plenary Indulgences. Only those who could afford them could enter the pearly gates. The more you had in your stash, the better chance you had. Muggles were not allowed admittance. People put up with that for a very long time until a monk called The Mythuther lost the plot and took measures to ensure the plot never came back again for anybody who dared put their conscience before the Pope and his gangsters.

The Myth, whatever it may be, is NOT real. It is a myth. A myth has the nature of a dream and speaks in the language of the Collective Unconscious. A myth is essentially a STORY like any other. Like the appearance of the Blessed Virgin at Lourdes, or indeed her existence, it is ‘real’ only to the extent you believe it. For the myth-peddlers, that is enough. Once you believe what they tell you and even furnish you with the ‘proof’ they think you will be dumb enough to accept (see Pottersmore), they can sell you anything. Rowling’s editor Cunningham is on record saying exactly that, although the article wherein he spilled the beans has disappeared from the net. The Catholic Church has been peddling mythic lies for years. Even eminent men in their own hierarchy do not subscribe to one tenth of the stuff they dole out to the faithful and expect them to believe. They will sell you anything to feed your belief and you will fall over yourself to buy it too because your belief has become your reality. The more deeply into it you are the more it defines your reality. There is not a wide difference between the relics of the saints and the autographs of the ‘stars’.

The video showing ex-alcoholic Barry Cunningham, Rowling’s editor at Bloomsbury’s and a main player in the game, tells you how they did it, if you read between the lines. Hear how they made use of the material they stole, the style, the voice, the lot. Note the fluttering eyelids as he strives to convince himself of his own lies. Here you can listen to Cunningham explain, without wanting to, how they went about using the material they stole and how the cross-over (getting adults hooked as well as children) phenomenon was deliberately choreographed. Cunningham hates the cross-over thing he tells us elsewhere. Detests it in fact. Yo, ho, ho.

Harry Potter is the myth makers’ baby, make no mistake. Barry Cunningham is one of them. To make it, they stole the work of legitimate, hard-working writers of integrity engaged in following their calling; and on this stolen material they built the myth called ‘J.K. Rowling’, mother of of the ‘Chosen One’, Harry Potter. Selfless artist, slave to her calling, facing starvation in her lonely garret in Edinburgh, neglected by one and all, suffering from “clinical depression” etc etc. Try asking a real victim of  ”clinical depression” who must shift mountains of morning to tie his/her shoe laces to go write seven books at break-neck speed with no hope of ever  being published!  Rowling didn’t wheel her wheel-barrow through streets broad and narrow. She did the next best thing: she wheeled a pram. But you get the gist. The power of myth can drive men to war and does, etc, etc, etc. For every Hollywood “Rambo” there is a hundred dead soldiers sent home  in coffins to their mothers. Rowling, guided by Cunningham, Little and his hacks spun the stuff out ad nauseam, sure of only two things, their lawyers and the gullibility of the young. What chance does reason have against them? You must answer that for yourself. 

Is it coincidence, do you think, that co-founder of Bloomsbury Belfast man Alan Wherry left Bloomsbury to co-found  a world-wide cult devoted to the “’Divine Mother - Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi, a classic case of a man who has bought into his own myth, like David Koresh? The World Council for the Advancement of Shri Mataji’s teachings is composed of 34 members designated as world leaders. Alan Wherry, co-founder of Bloomsbury with feminist Liz Calder, Nigel Newton and the invisible David Reynolds, is one of the co-founders of the cult.

Not a single thing of what makes Potter universally appealing to children everywhere was created by her. It is not derived from ‘precedents’ or at any rate, no more derived therefrom than the contents of any other book of fiction you care to name, even if she knew at the time what they were. She simply stole the story. She did not hang around during a four-hour train delay, too shy as an employee of Amnesty to take a minute to ask somebody for the loan of a pen to download her teeming brain. What would ticket inspectors be doing with pens anyway? Children are shy like that. Aren’t they? It never happened.

But here begins the carefully crafted myth spoken of by Cunnningham, that grown men who pride themselves in their intelligence have bought into. Sounds improbable until you reflect on the fact that intelligent men in their millions marched behind a small man with a funny moustache they called the Fuhrer, not so long ago, thinking he was God incarnate just as they did behind Mao and do today behind Kim Jong-Un; and will currently do, in one form or another, behind whatever trigger-happy idiot they intend to put in the White House this time around.

So, let us not be astonished at so-called ‘intelligent’ people buying into the Rowling myth. The people who afflicted us with the myth have their number. And everybody, let it be said, is stupid, if by stupid we mean UNAWARE of what is going on.  It is just that some are more stupid than others. Remember the Waco massacre? ThereThe mythcumentary about on those who survived, that you can rent. The people who stood by Koresh were, we can assure you, eminently intelligent and reasonable human beings. They knew what they had gotten into. The point is, and the point of this article, is that, intelligent as they were, they believed in their chief and in the myth he propounded. They believed what he told them. They never doubted a word of it, not for a second. The myth had them like a fever.  Any card sharp in Piccadilly Circus can tell you the intelligent too get rolled. The fool and the scientist can both have their pockets picked. 

If there ever was a delayed train,  Rowling had the idea in her head of what she intended to do long before she got on it. She got the so-called ‘idea’ and a thousand others to go with it from “Sam Muldoon and the Philosopher’s Stone” written by William Kelly of Derry, N.Ireland. It was written as a response to the lunacy of the world he found himself in where fanaticism roamed the streets and life was precarious. Murder was commonplace and the bastions of civilization and democracy were falling apart right in front of him. It was written as a spiritual lifebelt for children everywhere, an appeal and guide to the use of reason as the only antidote available to us to the sort of propaganda and belief manipulators that ironically are behind Harry Potter.

It was written by an art teacher FOR children. Rowling being on record that she writes only for herself it was imperative that they give her the persona of a child. Hence all the crying in front of camera and the squeaky clean commonplace diatribes you are to believe constitute her biography…  ‘authorized’ of course. Authorized meaning ‘written’  in so far as it is censored, vetoed, edited and customized by her publishers and PR people with the ‘author’ acting as a go-between, said author having nothing to go on in any case but the pabulum they have already distributed to flesh out the all-important money-spinning myth. There is scarcely a biography in existence – and these are used as reference material by academics do note! – that can boast an interview with the subject of their discourse, even a supervised one. Questions as with Oprah would likely be pre-submitted, just in case the icon inadvertently says the wrong thing. 

Rowling stole with the help of Christopher Little, hook, line and sinker what she has since been given credit for creating. She knows it. Those closest to her know it. The idea of stirring  William’s book into Adrian Jacobs’ book “Willy the Wizard” was simply too good to miss. They knew what they had from the start as William had foolishly explained everything about his vision  to Rowling including how and why it was destined to be the phenomenal success it became. He later explained the vision to Barry Cunningham, Christopher Little, with whom he signed a contract, Bryony Evens, Liz Calder, Patrick Walsh, Philippa Dickinson, Vanessa and Malcolm Robertson and a host of others. Indeed, Part One of his intended seven-book series is nothing less than a careful exposition of that vision for anyone who would care to lay claim to making up his own mind on the matter and take the trouble to read it. You can find it at the Bogside Artists website; and, if you are a journalist, we would be more than happy to send you a copy.

But to none of the above did William go to the extraordinary lengths in explaining his vision as he did to Joanne Rowling of Amnesty, that august institution that he never dreamt in a million years would harbour anyone so bereft of moral sense as to be capable of stealing his work. It is on a par to having your car stolen in the grounds of a convent.

As William says; “The mystifying thing is how the press has been gagged about these claims of mine. There are a number of possibilities that have occurred to me down the years. First, the bogus contract I signed with the Robertsons. Clearly a con. A contract they had never any intention of honouring. If a copy of that exists, Schillings you can bet your life are using it for their own purposes. Secondly, a possible disclosure by Rowling ‘in confidence’ of course of one of my letters to her giving the appearance that she and I were simply having a natter about writing. Not so. My correspondence to her was on the supposition that she was working for the publications department as she said and I was answering specific questions she informed me were needed before publishing my book. What would make this dialogue inter pares tact impossible to sell is the simple fact that Rowling denies ever having heard of me or seen my work. The other possibility is that the press have been gagged by parliament and that, I would submit, is what is really going on. Potter is a big factor in the British economy, Nearly 18,000 business people are associated with it and then there is the tourist industry on top of  that and, of course, the burgeoning British publishing industry currently flourishing thanks to the Potter myth. This would warrant a Public Interest order being distributed from Downing Street to editors who might want to break ranks. Where Potter is concerned, silence is golden. But the truth will march on regardless. Oh… and how bad would it look for Rule Britannia if it was ever to be disclosed that the original creator is an Irishman! That is a bridge too far for all of them. “Truth be damned!” is their war cry! Let’s leave it alone.” One man of courage is all it takes; but blood is thicker than water when it comes to this sort of thing. The Irish are dumb Muggles, just like the Wesleys in point of fact, if you were brave enough to make the connection. Otherwise, you can scarcely miss it.

In the meantime, you, the gullible public, many of whom feel actually insulted at the very notion that the Potter stuff they have been feeding on all these years, can even be called into question, go on filling the coffers of people who, in any decent society, should be in jail. The New York auction for the book never happened. It is part of the myth, as is Rowling’s penury in Edinburgh. Poverty never happened by any definition of the word. Bryony Evens’ discovering the book, never happened. Little ‘discovering’ the book never happened. Bloomsbury discovering the book via its editor Cunningham never happened. Nigel Newton’s ( boss of Bloomsbury ) taking the book on because of his 8-years old daughter Alice insisting on it, never happened. A deal being struck at a cafe in Soho never happened. Scholastic discovering the book via Arthur Levine never happened. Rowling’s sister urging her to send the ‘great work’ to an agent, never happened. Above all, the idea on a train never happened. It is all MYTH. Marketable myth because marketable myth is the road to millions for those who can create them and in positions of power to exploit them. Remember the Sex Pistols? McLaren showed how it could be done. He did it for a bet. McLaren knew how the game worked. The only difference being, he like Bloomsbury, was in a position to make it happen. You cannot.

NONE OF IT HAPPENED! It is all MYTH. Marketable myth. Myth that has made many people rich. And if you think they have boarded up the gold mine and all gone home, you need your head examined. Potters 8,9.10 and 11 are being thrashed out as we speak. Please be clear about that. And note too, that anybody declaring even one sentence of what already has been said here or “implied”, to use one of Neil Blair’s most oft-used phrases, would be dragged into court by Rowling for saying it. Anybody, that is, but us. And why do you think that is?  What is so special about us that we can ‘defame’ Rowling all we want apparently? When her lawyers have shut down others for less, and once moved on a school magazine for expressing a thousandth of what is here presented?  Why not sue us? Why haven’t they? They take their orders from Rowling herself. Start there.

All the thieves had to do was take an Irish boy-hero and turn him into an English public schoolboy hero. Any sixth former could have done it following William’s correspondence that explained in exhaustive detail what the story was about and the philosophy behind it. For camouflage and financial reasons; and to make sure they harvested the very young as well as adults, they annexed and gutted the magical, wizarding world of Willy the Wizard. Schillings, their lawyers, moved mountains and used Rowling’s vast wealth to make sure that the Willy the Wizard case never got to court. That case, and we submitted evidence for it, would have DISMANTLED the entire scam and those behind it in less than an hour. The British press aided and abetted them, as did Google. Have you looked at the Cunningham video? That is an ego-centric twit ranting about the magic ingredients of best sellers after Little and Rowling had stolen them and presented them to him. Wise, after the fact, is Cunningham. It is in every word he utters. He never wrote a book in his life, although he claims part authorship of a thin picture booklet for children about a giraffe. The publishing outfit he set up called Chicken House that he ran for a year was financed by Rowling and was later bought from him for an undisclosed sum by … guess who… Scholastic, the US distributors of the Potter books. Nobody even raises an eyebrow any more than they do about Bloomsbury getting “lucky” with Potter after being only a year publishing children’s books while twelve other publishers working decades in the trade at the highest level “failed” to recognise a good yarn when they saw one. That never happened. Where are these twelve? Has even one of them come forth to tell us of his error?

Also supporting the myth are eminent politicians such as Gordon Brown, bosom friend of Rowling’s after whom she named her child David “Gordon”. Rowling is protected and has been protected from the start by the Freemason fraternity of whom Brown is a Grand Master. They run the UK judiciary and God alone knows what else in the UK. They certainly run Scotland as any Scot, especially one who has had a brush with the law will tell you. Why would they leave aside the publishing industry? What has Scotland and Edinburgh got to do with Rowling or she with it? Or do you suppose that Scottish Freemasonry’s influence in England stops at the Scottish border? Here you find the real reason why Rowling lives in the Masonic  headquarters of the UK , Edinburgh. Why not Manchester or London or even New York. To be with her sister, you are told. Her sister Di is a lawyer.

Edinburgh is where Brown was educated and once ran for parliament. Edinburgh is also where his predecessor ex-Prime Minister and fellow Mason Tony Blair was born and educated. Their mutual friend Peter Mandelson, pal of Nat Rothschild, consorter of gangsters and co-author of The Blair Revolution, is also a Freemason. Once, Secretary of State for Northern Ireland, Mandelson’s  recent multi-millionaire status is a subject of much speculation. Cunningham’s family comes from Edinburgh and the Robertsons mentioned earlier have their publishing business there. Edinburgh boasts the oldest and most important Masonic Lodge in the UK. More important than even UGLE. (United Grand Lodge of England). Edinburgh was also recently proposed as the cult capital of the world. That the Blairs are into occultism is common knowledge. That the occult is what Freemasons have, with sound evidence, been labelled with for centuries is also common knowledge. The question is…. is Joanne Rowling involved in the occult? Given her Masonic connections it is anything but an absurd question. 

The Masons love myth. Especially ones that fill their pockets. There are over 700,000 of them in the UK, almost one in sixty of the population. Those figures are not mythic. We did not invent them. They are their own figures. Draw your own conclusions.

End of story.

FROM LITTLE LIES BIG LIES GROW.

Perhaps one of the most amusing chapters in the outright plagiarism called Harry Potter is the part of the fable concerning ….

whose daughter discovered the book?

Is 'Harry' Lying?

Cunning-ham was always in a quandary about this carbuncle in their script from the start and ever wary of being asked questions about it. Another dreaded question associated with it was : “What did you make of the book when you first read it?” The book that impacted him, the book that made Little’s “toes curl” was of course another book entirely. But he cannot say that any more than Rowling can say it. To do so would be to reveal the true source of the story. So he dreads the question because it effectively highlights why this lie about the discovery of “Potter” has to exist at all. If he says he was “bowled over” by Potter when he ‘first’ read it he has to convince his audience….

(a)… that he was nowhere around when it was being ‘written’. A stranger to all. Bloomsbury established in 1986 had never seen Cunningham nor he them.

(b)… that stupid, old silly billy that he is, with umpteen years of publishing experience behind him, he really could not spot any marketing potential  in a boy wizard moving between two worlds confronting real questions challenging to children everywhere. Especially, after telling Little some eight months before in Frankfurt that he was looking for “something special” in children’s fiction to publish. Fellow crook Little, naturally ‘desperate’ to find a publisher, forgot all about him and Bloomsbury’s top dog Nigel Newton whom he had also met in Frankfurt; as he went dutifully about sending Potter out to twelve publishers. Patrick Walsh incidentally whose job it was to place new books is not mentioned in this part of the myth at all. Not ever. He was around when it was all happening but left in 1999 we are told under acrimonious circumstances. We suspect he stipulated that his name was not to be associated with Potter in any way. Now, why would he do a thing like that? Or, maybe they just forgot, all over again. Rowling never mentions him either.

So dubious about the whole thing were they that Cunningham tells Rowling “not to give up her day job”. There’s imagination for you! Little said the exact same thing incidentally as was reported in many early articles and in the main biographies; but Cunningham repeated it more often, and so he got to keep it. And will get to keep it too.

Why an American paid a record sum for the publishing rights for a book those dim-wits in London, who know zilch about writing anyway, failed to appreciate is also not something Cunningham cares to explain to anybody. Nor Levine himself for that matter. ‘It had been published by then and was doing very well in sales’, is what they might say, if there had been an auction later in 1997 that is, which there wasn’t. But the man from Scholastic read it long before it was published. How “long before”?, is the key question. In March in Bologna of the same year, he tells us, if you can believe him… and damn fool would you be. Janet Hogarth had moved from Bloomsbury to Scholastic long before the fictitious auction that Rowling herself declared took place three months after the publication of Potter (June 1997) and therefore seven months after the Bologna Book Fair. This is a total impossibility.

Why is this question about his first time reaction to the text all so menacing for Cunningham? Because, if he says it was just “incredible” from page one, or “magic” which he felt free to say very much later when he came out of hiding in 2006, then everybody would have asked quite sensibly – “Well Barry, if you thought it was so “incroyable”, “exciting”, “magic” etc, “knew from page one”, “loved it”,  blah, blah, blah, then why, as Bloomsbury’s commissioning editor, did you not ask your boss -seeing as you were employed to find children’s books for him -to put some money into marketing it? And why did you give Rowling a pittance for an advance? And don’t give us all that baloney about Bloomsbury being skint. We are not that stupid. Could it be that you all were scared of being taken to court for plagiarism in which case you would have had to pulp the entire first edition if found guilty?” In actual fact, of course, Rowling was booked to appear on the Blue Peter show three months BEFORE the book was even published. Blue Peter was then the most popular kids’ show on British television. BBC, of course.

So much for the marketing strategy of letting the book make its own way. That was only part of it. It does not and cannot explain why they published so few copies or claimed they did. She never appeared on Blue Peter  or so we are told, as perhaps her controllers reconsidered the thin ice they were walking upon and knew it would be dangerous to reveal by this move that they KNEW it was a winner from the word “go”. Fact is, the BBC, voice of the establishment who would later help to promote Rowling, was in on it. That’s where the wheels fall off. It suggests political backing from the start as the illustrious BBC threw its celebrated ‘impartiality’ into the bin for the better good of the publishing houses, the foreign office, the monarchy, and the class that rules them all.

   Blue Peter TV Show appearance, March 3, 1997 (before the book is published).
Rowling is listed in the IMDB as being a guest on the show in March, even though her first book was still months from publication. I suspect that this is a mistake.

Blue Peter TV Show appearance, October, 1997 (after the book is published).
Jo has mentioned this as her first TV appearance but there doesn’t seem to be a record of it anywhere. http://www.accio-quote.org/fanchallenge.html.

The date of your first nationwide TV appearance is the sort of thing you would get muddled up in your head, eh? They are aware of the problem, of course. To get over it they drag forth Nigel Newton’s daughter Alice to provide the “whoopee!” reaction that they cannot say they had themselves without jeopardizing the massive ice sculpture of lies they need to build to explain away the origins of the story and the starving artist fiction about the author. And how they took her on out of sympathy and the rest of that codswallop. Indeed, there was an impoverished artist behind the story… but it wasn’t Rowling. And they knew very well who it was too. And worried too, in their sober moments, that he might be connected to the outlaw force the IRA.

THEY, meaning Newton, Cunningham, Little, Liz Calder and managing director de la Hey must put it about that they didn’t know how good the book was. That way there cannot be seen any possibility of suspicions about a collusion or a conspiracy to defraud or steal from another their rightful property or, at any rate, be a party to it at any level. They understood they were running a big risk. If they were running a risk they knew damn well what that risk was. Publishing 500 hundred copies or a thousand or whatever unconfirmed number it was (as they are not telling us. Smith puts the figure at 7,00!) is the measure of the fear that motivated their action. The subsequent lie about being out of pocket is simply not acceptable to anyone with the IQ of a gnat. Why then have so many bought into it? They also know Rowling is no brain of Britain although over the next few years her PR battalion toils day and night to convince the gullible (all of us) that she is a hybrid clone of Virginia Woolf, Saint Augustine and Roald Dahl. At Harvard some saw right through her but…. gave her the benefit of the doubt, her being a weak English flower etc, as they had by then been schooled to believe.

Bloomsbury hadn’t a clue in fact how good the book was, you are to believe, whether you be at Harvard or in jail. How many plonkers do you suppose Bloomsbury had already published by then? And what sort of a real risk do you suppose they were taking with this modest tome for kids given the fact that there are 10,000 books a year published in the UK most of which get nowhere in terms of profits and this was, they tell us, just one more in the queue? What’s the big deal? There is no big deal of course. The risk they were taking was a legal one, being taken to court for defamation. And a lawyer Neil Blair, let us not forget, was then and still is, one of the gang. What they have to do is build a myth to protect themselves, a myth they hope will hide the theft for good in the best place to hide anything, or so they believe, the human MIND as every black-hearted tyrant who has ever lived has believed to their copper medal glory and cost.

His first boss, Kay Webb, editor at Puffin, said to him that in a children’s book, ‘You can get away with one big lie but after that everything has to be true.’ “I loved that quote…” (Cunningham, in an interview)

Cunningham is not the only one who knows the BIG LIE rules. “The bigger the lie and the more you repeat it the more will they believe it”. (Joseph Goebbels). They reinforce the lie by giving credibility to the author and using the British press and their heavyweight legalized thugs, Schillings to ward of the suspicious.The big lie of course is that Rowling wrote it. And what stands for truth after that is the myth, the Faction. Hadn’t the book been found in the slush pile by Evens? Of course it had. Who are we to doubt it? Hadn’t Little demanded many changes in it before it could be publishable? Of course he did. Wouldn’t he have missed it himself had it not been for his own surrogate ‘daughter’ the ever-so-youthful Bryony Evens, his office manager, who was to soon appear on the Oprah Winfrey show looking like an over-aged school girl who had just dashed out of her geography class still wearing her specs? And hasn’t stopped since incidentally. Nowhere to be seen because she doesn’t want to get rich because of finding Harry Potter, she tells us. What were these people at?

CHILDREN and only children could spot how good it was. That’s what they were at. Cunningham embellishes this part of the faction further when he informs us all about the hugging-of-the-book test: that being the only sure way you can tell if a child really likes the book. In other words, even AFTER it was published and sales going through the roof of the Bloomsbury share dividend, poor old Barry still didn’t know what the book was worth any more than he knew that there was a series attached to the thing at all until he met Rowling for the first time around August 1996 (they tell us). Sure, Barry and there really are little green men on Mars and Dementors live under your stairs. This all raises another very serious question because, as our mothers told us all when we were growing up, lies beget lies. From little lies bigge lies grow.

Was it Barry Cunningham’s daughter or Newton’s who first discovered Potter… or neither?

A faction being a faction, ie an amalgam between fact and fiction, it is not impossible that both girls read a bit of the book or even all of it. But that was after their daddies had it nailed as a dead cert, long after indeed. Cunningham was divorced at the time and his wife and children were living two hundred miles away in Devon. He was in a flat in Soho, “boozing” his way to Al Anon, by his own admission. Even if both girls read the book or part of it, one would have had to have been first. Which one? In a CNN interview which we would urge you to watch, if only to note how impossible it is to look someone straight in the eyes when you are lying to them, as Rowling might tell you in another life she failed to mention to her own mother that she was writing Potter, Cunningham says it was his daughter.

To understand why this part of the myth exists at all you have to study Cunningham’s learned remarks on the subject of books and children. You can tell if a book is successful says he (and we bet he told this to Newton as he learnt it from his days with Dahl ) by how a child will hug a book to himself or herself. He recounts the yarn of visiting a school after Potter One was published and there was a little girl waiting to greet him, hugging her copy. If it happened at all it was likely because the Principal who invited him thought it would be a nice touch. But, Barry uses it regardless to show us how pure of heart he really is and what a profound insight he has into the minds of children. Here it is:

“Books children love they love almost physically. The books that they love they kind of physically hug and don’t want to give back, and the relationship with the author is part of that…. and when Bloomsbury asked me to do a report on starting children’s list, I thought, “I can do this. I’m not a proper editor, but I know a lot about children’s books.” More…

The “not a proper editor” knew Roald Dahl whom he describes thus; ” He looked like a big friendly giant”. That kind of always suggests Hagrid to us for some reason. Bloomsbury were banking on the “not a proper editor” to set up their children’s fiction list. The “not a proper editor” gives lectures these days to Potterites to demonstrate what a clever boy he is in spotting writers’ talent.

This book hugging thing is Cunning-ham’s most profound insight into salesmanship glimpsed perhaps through the eye-slits of the feathered Puffin costume he was wont to don in service to Puffin when he was it’s fiction manager and used to peddle their books around schools. Kids especially girls are always hugging books to their chests, even ones on phsyics and maths that they boot into a corner when they get home. Undaunted, Cunningham figures this is the divining seismograph of a book’s success. It is exactly what he needs to prop up the bunch of lies at the heart of the origins of Potter. It becomes part of the script they all follow, especially Rowling who cites the book hugging claptrap on a number of occasions herself. Sad, sad little world that has such idiots running it.

THE  DISMANTLING

Why Cunningham failed to spot the potential of Harry Potter. It’s incredible, will make us all rich, but… can we take a chance on it?

Barry has often been asked about that period and, to a degree, felt he was ‘cursed’ with knowing exactly what was to happen to Harry Potter right from the beginning, …..

I wangled a short interview, promising not to ask about that book.

Q: How long does it typically take for you to make a judgment on a new manuscript?

BC: I’m really bad, less than twenty minutes.

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….but he (Christopher Little, Rowling’s agent) knew my background and knew what I was looking for, so he sent me Harry Potter. I’m sure he had read it, but I’m not sure he knew what he had. I read it, and really the sky didn’t part and the lightning didn’t come down, but I just really liked it.”

 

I worked in the first golden age of golden books, in the late 60s, mid 70s, with lots of fantastic writing going on,….

 

Q: What made you like it enough? What snagged you? The first few pages? The seven book potential?

BC: The first few pages, I believe,….

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…but he (Little) knew my background and knew what I was looking for, so he sent me Harry Potter. I’m sure he had read it, but I’m not sure he knew what he had. I read it, and really the sky didn’t part and the lightning didn’t come down, but I just really liked it. I just liked it.”

Cunningham says. “I just liked it. I thought it was a bit long and I didn’t like the title, The Philosopher’s Stone.”

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Il m’a dit il faut que tu lises ça, je me suis installé un soir à la maison et j’ai dévoré le roman.C’était une histoire incroyable, un peu longue, cependant», se souvient-il. = He (Christopher Little) told me you have to read that, I stayed the evening at home and devoured the novel.  It was an incredible story but a bit long,” he recalled (Cunningham forgetting his script in a Canadian interview )

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“When I first got the book I didn’t know everyone else in the universe had turned it down, so I read it as a book and I loved it,” Cunningham told Reuters in Edinburgh on Wednesday.

How could they not have recognized the genius who was even too shy to ask for the loan of a pen on a train but no too shy to try to ruin the life of anyone in court who threatened ‘her’ copyright?

Even after publishing the book, Cunningham advised Rowling to get a day job because she had little chance of supporting herself and her daughter by writing children’s books. Cunningham was, to the delight of millions of readers, exceedingly wrong.

When I went into this, my agent said to me, “I don’t want you going away from this meeting thinking that you’re going to make a fortune.” Then I said to him, totally truthfully: “I know I’m not gonna make any money out of it. (Rowling “truthfully” lying again –  More….   

 

It was Barry’s first meeting with Harry. And the words he uttered next to the nervous young writer in his London offices have gone down in publishing history.

“I did say to her that she would never make any money from her book,” he says, unable to keep the smile from his voice. “But I said it out of the sheer goodness of my heart, honestly! The truth is I was worried about her.

 

“Of course what I should have said was: ‘OK, I’LL never make any money out of children’s books but you, yes you, on the other hand will make more than anyone else in the entire universe’.”

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But the chairman and chief executive of Bloomsbury had no inkling what a gold mine he had discovered when he offered J.K. Rowling a £2,500 advance ($4,700 at the current rate) for her first Harry Potter book. More…

 

 

Note: Cunningham went on to found his own publishing firm Chicken House reported in the papers to have been financed by Rowling. It was bought out by… guess who? Scholastic… after only a year, for an undisclosed sum. Cunningham was kept on as director. Rowling also gave “those loyal to her over the last ten years”  a copy of a very limited edition of a bejeweled “Beedle The Bard” each worth two million quid. Cunningham was one of the proud recipients.  One way to get this loyal servant his slice of the cake without arousing suspicions in the press. Later he got an OBE as well. That makes him an honest man like Geoffrey Archer.

WHOSE DAUGHTER?

It’s not every exec who turns to his 8-year-old daughter for advice. But that’s what publisher Nigel Newton did when he received a manuscript from an unknown children’s author in 1997. The founder of Bloomsbury Publishing PLC handed Alice a sheaf of papers and asked her to read them. “She came down from her room an hour later glowing, saying: ‘Dad, this is so much better than anything else,”‘ says the 49-year-old Newton.

” The editor Barry Cunningham also agreed to pay her an advance of £1500. The decision to take on the book was, in large part, due to his eight year old daughter’s enthusiastic reception of the first chapter” More..

Basing his decision on his eight-year-old daughter’s review, Cunningham gave the manuscript and the unknown author the green light,… More..     

According to the legend (and I have a second-hand account that it is true), Barry gave his daughter the manuscript and she loved it.

I don’t know what to say to you, to be fair. Someone’s lying in this story, I can’t see why it should be Cunningham rather than Newton, especially as the Cunningham daughter is now all grown up, went to my university, and told a friend of mine that the story (that it was her) was true. More..    

 

Maybe it was neither. Maybe they got to read it long after the gang back at Bloomsbury’s had finished eating their smarties.What we can say with absolute certainty is that if both daughters had said it was utter rubbish and, far from hugging it to their chests had kicked it all the way downstairs, it would not have mattered one tiny, little jot.
                                                                                                                                                                               

QUESTIONS

(1) Can you in any sense be doubtful about the merits of a book you believe does not even need to be marketed like other books but will make itself into a success by word of mouth?

(2)  Would any publisher or agent buy world rights to a book they were so doubtful would sell that they only printed one thousand copies of it?

(3) Would any publisher or agent ever think to sell rights to the biggest publishing firm in America for a book they deemed “high risk” within days (Smith) of its debut in Britain? A book by a woman who had never had a thing published before? Do you really think that Levine took a “big risk” on Potter?

(4) Can you believe that the Bloomsbury people, who had been responsible for the publishing of hundreds of books in their long careers would have to wait on the verdict of a little girl to determine whether a book of the nature of Harry Potter was any good or not?

(5) Would you try to get an author on television three months before the publication of her book to talk about what you, as the publisher, considered not worth the expense of marketing?

(6) Would you consider it now a fact, given all that is presented here, that they they are lying about their initial critical evaluation of the book? And lying in their teeth about not being able to afford to market it?

(7) Would you not then accept that it is almost certain they not only knew what they had, but knew also all about the series of which Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone was but the flagship? That Cunningham’s account of hearing about the series for the very first time from Rowling when he ‘first’ met her in a restaurant in late 1996 is totally unacceptable?

(8) Accepting that they knew from the start what the story was worth to them isn’t it to be inferred that the story of Cunningham’s buying the book because he felt sorry for Rowling etc is a tissue of lies? And that the myth of Rowling’s poverty was invented to give credence to this lie in particular?

(9) Isn’t it fair to assume that they have also lied about how they came across the book? That Bryony Evens did not find it in the slush pile in 1995 and very likely knew of its existence long before that? And does that not explain why Evens quite simply disappeared from public view even before the first book was published? Why do you suppose did that most respected book man Patrick Walsh quit the Little agency in what was described as “acrimonious circumstances”? Why has he since said nothing about the books, or their ‘author’, when he had overseen the launch of the first three of them?

(10) Can it also not be taken as a logical certainty, given that there was no auction and no bidding frenzy for the book in New York, that Arthur Levine also knew about the book long before he ‘discovered’ it?

(11) Isn’t it likely therefore that they knew how good the book was BEFORE it was even written? In other words, that Potter was derived from another source familiar to at least some of them? And are not all their lies and secrecy a clever attempt to hide this simple but dreadful truth from ever being found out?

(12) Doesn’t all this mean categorically that Rowling, who has lent her weight and voice knowingly to all of these lies and more, is the biggest liar of them all?