I was in love.
And so I went back and read some reviews that suggested that the books could be read by character, and not chronology. So I returned to the books and found all the ones pertaining to Vimes, as he featured in the book I had read. I read those in chronological order. I found them exceptional and their commentary on racial hatred, discrimination, sexism, and all the assorted prejudices to be absolutely awe-inspiring. That a person could so fluidly work such detailed analysis of human rights into a deep and artful fiction is gorgeous to me. If you seek to read these, I think they are my favorites.
Then I went to Granny Weatherwax. Who says profound things about philosophy, practicality, the human concept of magic, and how that intersects science, and I find myself quoting her often. I think I was most impressed with her decision to bleed in Maskerade that Cemented my appreciation of her.
And then I read all the Wizard books and became enameled of the amusing discussion of masculinity and bureaucracy. And found myself siding with Rinceqind although I don’t much care for him as a person.
And then the outlying novels like Small Gods – which is one of the finest books ever written about religion. And then finally, I picked off a few of the others.
I adore Death. I comprehend Vetinari in a way I cannot describe. The Librarian amuses me. The many overlaps and intricacies are absolutely engrossing. Some of the metaphysical contemplations are fascinating. And the fact that we did not have the communication towers in the Middle Ages. It is such a simple and elegant solution that I am frankly astonished we didn’t think of it.
I can say I have not read all of the 40 some books. And reading the Tiffany books, the ones that Pratchett claimed were autobiographical, and watching his mind fall to pieces in such a heartbreaking way…
It has been exceedingly difficult to return to them though I love them dearly. A few days ago, Pratchett’s final will was executed, his few unfinished books and the hard drives containing them crushed beneath a steamroller. My eternity is weaker for the lack of them.
I remain heartbroken upon this point. There are some humans I will always miss and he is one.