There are fans, and then there are those who don wigs, capes, and eye wear, arrive at 2pm for a midnight showing of Harry Potter’s latest, and may or may not try to fly broom sticks when no one’s looking. Ben Beitler investigates.
A young boxing enthusiast, Vladimir Nabokov, writing for a Russian émigré newspaper, called the Frenchman “the wonderful Carpentier,” a “modest, fair-haired young man.”
