” She and her co-hosts wondered whether they’d go to a midnight party to celebrate the book’s launch, as many fans had for the later Potter novels.
In Britain, Ian Rankin typically publishes a new novel in October, and it tends to go to the top of the best-seller list.
“Not just because it’s been five years, and anything I wrote after Potter——was going to receive a certain degree of attention that is not entirely welcome, if I’m honest.
It’s not the place I’m happiest or most comfortable, shall we say.
“It’s one of the first things I did.” We were not speaking in her Edinburgh house, or at her country place—which stands in grassland, overlooking a fast-running river in a valley north of the city—or in her home in an expensive part of west London.
We were at her office, which occupies an unmarked Georgian building on a handsome street in central Edinburgh, not too far from a café that, in mockery of competitors, has hung a sign that reads “, Rowling is worth nine hundred million dollars.
I knew that a writer generally writes to be read, unless you’re Salinger.” After all the fretting—“Christ, you’re going to have to go out there again”—she discovered that she was calm.
Rowling was sitting at the head of a polished table, with a cup of black coffee and a newspaper; as I entered, she took off large black-framed glasses. They reach higher than the street lamps in front of them, and evoke the entrance to the spiteful maze in the film adaptation of “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire,” the fourth volume of her fantasy series. Rowling’s seventeenth-century house, in Edinburgh, are about twenty feet tall.I asked her if publishing the new book made her feel exposed.“I thought I’d feel frightened at this point,” she said.