Thud!

Terry Pratchett
Thud! Cover

Thud!

ed.rybicki
11/23/2013
Email

You know, I have long held the view that nine-tenths of literature - in terms of the requirements of Sturgeon's Law - is crud. The corollary to this is, of course, that nine-tenths of all literary criticism is crud, except that this is not true: it is more like 99%.... And of course, a further corollary is that nine-tenths of all literary critics are crud - except that this is also not true, as they are in fact all crud.

And a glowing exception to the literature rule is the fiction of one Terry Pratchett. Yes, despite his having single-handedly having invented a genre (science fantasy satire), and having written some 30+ books in said genre, it may be said that all his offerings are gems beyond compare.

I speak with the authority inherent in having read all of said oeuvre over more than twenty years, and nearly all of them more than once (many recently, in search of Escape), and having read his non-science fantasy satire books before he was famous.

These are of course few in number - if two can said to be "few", rather than just a couple. However, I can safely claim to have read "Dark Side of the Sun" WAAAAY before TP achieved serious fame [seriously good - and not listed anywhere by WWEnd!], and to have read "Good Omens" before Diskworld became the famous structure it is today.

To read his works is to submerge yourself in a world where the whimsical and the side-splittingly funny share a stage with the learned, the knowledgeable, the erudite and the sensitive, and yes, their cousin the sad. For TP is nothing if not well informed, well educated, accurate - and an astonishingly good observer of human behaviour. And also of the behaviour of dwarfs, trolls, vampires, werewolves, witches, policemen, wizards, and of Death Himself. And his horse, Binky. In a world which is a disk, borne on the back of four elephants standing on the back of the great turtle A'Tuin, who bears this load uncomplainingly across the universe, through billenia. With the odd diversion down the wrong trouser leg of Time.

With humour. And pathos. And acute sensitivity.

Catch me any pre-post-demi-modernist who could do any of that, and I'll show you your derrida....

I'm off to re-read "Thud!". Wherein Commander of the Ankh-Morpork Watch, Samuel Vimes, battles ancient demons, dwarfs, trolls, vampires, himself and the Patriarch - and still finds time to read a bedtime story to his son. Every night. I can identify with that...I read him the first three of the Harry Potters, cover to cover, before he gently informed me that he had already read number 4. Then I gave him "The Colour of Magic", and he has now gone on to collect the whole Diskworld series. One by one. And there's a new one for this Xmas, so the tradition continues - and he's 21, and still loves it.

http://edrybicki.wordpress.com