Once upon a time, in a galaxy what we live in
and is therefore not that far away at all now that I think about it… there lived a cat. His name was Maurice. He had style. And a band of merry rodents.
Last year, I undertook a dangerous mission to retrieve books – lots and lots of books – the majority belonging to Terry Prachett’s Discworld series. …”Retrieve” doesn’t sound very dangerous, does it? Rescue. I was rescuing books. From the…um…vicious Mouse. Of doom.
Long story short, a mouse had gotten into the chest of drawers my books were in, and had itself a holly jolly time. The end.I rediscovered this post over the weekend, tucked away in my Drafts – a post I had planned to publish as a new series introduction last year. For some reason I decided against it in the end, but I was always on the lookout for an appropriate time to share it. Admittedly, the wordsmith’s passing wasn’t the impetus I was looking for, but a catalyst’s a catalyst.
As I gazed out of the kitchen window at the winter drizzle and darkness, giving the books a safety clean, I had been reminded of a post over at Ramisa the Authoress. She devoured a whopping 65 books in 2014, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed in myself. I could probably count on my hands how many I had read last year. (Unless we were counting academic books and/or plays, then we’d be cooking).
For the last six years, my head has been full of plays instead. Name it, I’ve read it. (And if I haven’t, give me a copy and I’ll hand it back in under an hour). But no one ever says they’re off to “sit down with a good play”, do they?
Except maybe script readers, from university students to any professional in most industries. Or people who like plays. Great analogy, Laidig, well done.
Should I get the opportunity, however, it’s invariably a binge read on a holiday. And during those last six years, I’ve been visiting the Discworld.
‘The Amazing Maurice & his Educated Rodents’ was the first Terry Prachett novel my eyes had the good fortune to read. Ten year old me dove in at the first page, and hours went by before I resurfaced. It is an astounding book, and my usual starting point for any newcomers to the Disc.
It would seem, however, that unless you’re given the “special” tour of the Discworld, it is apparently a daunting leap for new readers…? Well, I’m here to call bollocks on that one. And I’m at a loss on what constitutes “special”, anyway. For one thing, he gives you a list at the beginning of every bloody book. I would imagine if you can’t grasp the concept of a list, might I suggest you also steer clear of operating heavy machinery?
I am not a reviewer, I couldn’t tell you the novel of the moment (except plays, did I mention I’ve read a lot of them?) and I’m certainly not going to suggest that you read the Discworld novels according to an impressive chart that I’m still trying my very hardest to decipher. But if I were to recommend a starting point, seriously, Maurice is the guy. Or cat.
Several years ago, I made the commitment to finish the Discworld as and when they were published. Fingers crossed the series continues, and the end is not nigh.
Where are you up to in the series? Discworld novice or expert? Maybe the Wee Frees are more your thing, or maybe you’re reading something else altogether.
Time to name your favourite title – go!