It was a bad year 2015. My father passed away Boxing Day 2014. Then Sir Terry Pratchett passes away it was like loosing two fathers. My Dad was big fan till his Alzheimer’s and Dementia made it so he could not retain anything he read.
I have read Terry Pratchett books since the late eighties and I started with Mort. I found reading back then a chore due to my dyslexia. Mort was the first book I read cover to cover after that I was hooked. I then went back to read the previous books from the adventures of Rincewind the Wizzard and onwards.
But Terry embraced technology and I was able to get all his books from Audible.com unabridged. Sweet the abridged ones read by Tony Robinson was good but chopped out so much of the humor.
I have to say I do have my favourite characters.
Moist von Lipwig
(Most reminds me of my Dad kind hearted scoundrel)
I commend my soul to any God that can find it.
“WHO KNOWS WHAT EVIL LURKS IN THE HEART OF MEN?
The Death of Rats looked up from the feast of the potato. SQUEAK, he said.
Death waved a hand dismissively. WELL, YES, OBVIOUSLY ME, he said. I JUST WONDERED IF THERE WAS ANYONE ELSE.”
Commander Sir Samual Vines
“I am the Summoning Dark.” It was not, in fact, a sound, but had it been, it would have been a hiss. “Who are you?”
“I am the Watchman.”
“They would have killed his family!” The darkness lunged, and met resistance. “Think of the deaths they have caused! Who are you to stop me?”
“He created me. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who watches the watchmen? Me. I watch him. Always. You will not force him to murder for you.”
“What kind of human creates his own policeman?”
“One who fears the dark.”
“And so he should,” said the entity, with satisfaction.
“Indeed. But I think you misunderstand. I am not here to keep the darkness out. I am here to keep it in.” There was a clink of metal as the shadowy watchman lifted a dark lantern and opened its little door. Orange light cut through the blackness. “Call me… the Guarding Dark. Imagine how strong I must be.”
The Summoning Dark backed desperately into the alley, but the light followed it, burning it.
“And now,” said the watchman, “get out of town.”
Note. I still can’t read this passage without great emotion it just so dam powerful.
Mrs. Gogol pulled herself up to her full, impressive height. “Who’s you to say what I can and can’t do here?”
“We’re her godmothers,” said Granny.
“That’s right,” said Nanny Ogg.
“We’ve got a wand, too,” said Magrat.
“But you hate godmothers, Mistress Weatherwax,” said Mrs. Gogol.
“We’re the other kind,” said Granny. “We’re the kind that gives people what they know they really need, not what we think they ought to want.”
Which leads to there duel. Great stuff
Terry Pratchett has many interesting points of view. But his ideas on religion are my favourites. My self I don’t believe in God. But if I had to choose. I like the idea of the plain potatoe church. No God is involved you judge your self in the cold light of truth. And your past life is shown before you thanks to Death. See if you can forgive yourself. Then reincarnation based on what you believe you should be after.
But for the best book on religion has to be Small Gods it just makes the most sense.
I will miss your Discworld Novels they just made sense compared to this crazy world. The world should be run on stories.
Sir Terry Pratchett you will be missed.