Tag Archives: Terry Pratchett

Re: Men At Arms

Terry Pratchett are good for taking a break, and Men At Arms is just about right for a “hang up your brain and read” kind of book.

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Re: Thief of Time

One thing I am is stubborn. Another thing I is reluctant to leave anything unfinished, no matter how long it takes me. So after more than a year (has it really been that long? and is that really so surprising?), I am returning to my Pratchett Project. In my first pass, I read enough of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books to find some I can’t stand, some that are okay, and some I love. I was hoping for more of that last case when I picked up Thief of Time.

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Re: Small Gods

While so far, my favorite book by Terry Pratchett is easily Small Gods, it’s not so easy to call it a funny book. In this book, he finally sets aside the urge for constant jokiness, and is content to raise a few smiles or groans, while telling a damn good story. This is the story of a god forced to come to grips with his relationship with humans.

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Re: Hogfather

One of the coolest aspect of reading so many Terry Pratchett books is watching a popular author get better. That doesn’t happen nearly often enough. After a rough start, I’ve enjoyed his books more and more, especially the Death stories, and now I can say Hogfather is a great book and an excellent TV movie. It even suckered me into reading until 1:00 am  because it looked like I only had “a little” left.

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Re: Soul Music

Sadly Soul Music was the first Terry Pratchett book that was long enough for me to invoke the 150 page rule. I wanted to like this book, but I couldn’t.

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Re: Pyramids

If you’re reluctant to commit to reading even a sub-series of Terry Pratchett‘s Discworld books, Pyramids is a pretty good standalone sampler of his humor.

Teppic, heir to the kingdom of Djelibeybi, is a good-hearted character, even if he is training to be an assassin. The first third of the book is dominated by his training and final exam, but we can’t let him actually become an assassin–he’s the son of a pharoah. The expectable event snatches him away to Discworld’s equivalent of ancient Egypt, complete with bureaucratic priests, hundreds of gods, thousands of ancestors, and Time-sucking pyramids.  The laughs come thick and furious, about science, math, philosophy, and awkward rotations through the wrong axes of the four dimensions.

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Re: Reaper Man

Somewhat like Guards!, Guards!, it took me a while to read Reaper Man, by Terry Pratchett, but this time it was because I kept having to stop and laugh and read bits out loud if anyone was within earshot. Somewhat like Mort, Death takes a leave of absence, only this time it’s forced on him, and Mort isn’t available to pick up the slack.

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Re: Guards, Guards

I first encountered Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett, in a BBC Radio adaptation, and based on the number of torrents available if you search for it, a lot of people liked it a lot more than I did. When I got around to reading the book, there were just enough funny bits to keep me going, but it still took me forever to finish it. And it’s too short to impose the 150 page rule.

It’s very jokey. Carrot, a red-headed giant raised by dwarves comes to the city of Ankh-Morporkh to join the Night Watch. Heading a long list of things he doesn’t realize is the fact that Guard of the Watch is no longer an honorable, or even useful occupation. He joins the creatively lazy Sergeant Colon and infinitely corruptible Nobby Nobbs,  who all answer to the depressed drunkard, Captain Vimes. And this motley crew finds itself trying to defend the city from a dragon. Which exists just long enough to make piles of ash turn up where people used to be.

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Re: Mort

In Mort, Terry Pratchett gives us the first in-depth look at the life of Death. The scythe. The room full of life-timers. The great white charger, Binky. Death goes on holiday, leaving his apprentice, Mort, in charge. Maybe not such a good idea, considering that young Mortimer was the last lad on offer on prenticing night, and that…

It wasn’t that he was unhelpful, but he had the kind of vague, cheerful helpfulness that serious men soon learn to dread.

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More Pratchett, some witches

I actually read Equal Rites far more recently than I first read the next two “witch books” by Terry Pratchett, so all I knew was that I liked them. Even on rereading Wyrd Sisters and Witches Abroad, the moment I put them down I can’t remember one bit of the story, or which book or which. What I do remember clearly is which witch is which.

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