How perfect to have J.K. Rowling, author of the book about the boy who lived, read from Peter Pan, the book about the boy who would not grow up, to open the Olympic Games.
And don’t miss Simon Schama’s irreverent review of Danny Boyle’s opening ceremonies spectacle, in which he declares: So whatever else Bob Costas tells me over the next two weeks, it was his voiced reminder that J.M. Barrie, the creator of Peter Pan, handed over the royalties from his story to the Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children (one of Britain’s best loved places) that will stick in the memory.
Here’s Schama’s bouquet tossed to British authors of books for children:
No one does the darkness of childhood, its realm of startled pathos, its deep hauntings, like the Brits, from Alice and Peter Pan to Harry P., all of whom had an airing in the show, along with Kes (another glory of English cinema) and Bill Forsyth’s adorable Gregory’s Girl.