“Somewhere on the frontier between thought and reality exists the Discworld, a parallel time and place which might sound and smell very much like our own, but which looks completely different. Particularly as it’s carried though space on the back of a giant turtle (sex unknown). It plays by different rules.
But then, some things are the same everywhere. The Disc’s very existence is about to be threatened by a strange new blight: the world’s first tourist, upon whose survival rests the peace and prosperity of the land. Unfortunately, the person charged with maintaining that survival in the face of robbers, mercenaries and, well, Death, is a spectacularly inept wizard…”
I have no idea what I’m doing! 😀 Honestly, I don’t how to review this. You’ve either read this already, or, if you haven’t, you still won’t need me to tell you that Terry Pratchett is kinda a big deal in the magical word of fantasy stories. This isn’t the debut novel by someone nobody knows yet, it’s Terry fudging Pratchett!
So I’ll try to keep this short and save us all some time 🙂
I’m pretty sure that I’ve read The Light Fantastic some time last year year, or maybe it was the year before that… But I thought I’d start at Book 1. When I read the second one we didn’t have The Colour of Magic in my library, but we’ve recently ordered the shiny new copies which create a lovely rainbow on the shelf, and I really needed something mad and magical! And that’s precisely what I got – a bit of magic sprinkled with rather a lot of madness. It’s not often that Death is your favourite character, but the chap is a cat person, so there.
Picturesque meant – he decided after careful observation of the scenery that inspired Twoflower to use the word – that the landscape was horribly precipitous. Quaint, when used to describe the ocassional village through which they passed, meant fever-ridden and tumbledown.
The Colour of Magic follows Rincewind, a failed wizard who knows but one spell (when I say he “knows” a spell… It’s there, somewhere, at the very back of his mind but it’s shy, I guess?) and Twoflower, a tourist with the incredible ability to not recognise danger when it punches him in the face. He also has this awesome little luggage which runs after him and eats people who threaten him. Rincewind shows Twoflower around, who has a long list of dangerous things he wants to see and do – the kind of situations no sane person would want to place himself in on purpose. Twoflower is oblivious to any form of mortal danger and confuses it with adventure on a regular basis, while Rincewind is a massive coward, so there’s a lot of natural conflict between them.
“But you’re a demon. Demons can’t call things weird. I mean, what’s weird to a demon?”
“Oh, you know,” said the demon cautiously, glancing around nervously and shifting from claw to claw. “Things. Stuff.”
Also there’s dragons. Not real ones, as such, but imagined ones, who can get a little see-through when the imaginator’s focus wavers. It’s fine, though, they’re perfectly save to fly. Unless you’re terrified of hights, like Rincewind, and remember an event from the future where you fall from a great height, like Rincewind.
If you haven’t read this already by some miracle, please do. Even if fantasy isn’t your usual genre, even though this book was like nothing I’ve read before in a good and very mad way, I think it should be on everyone’s tbr list. Terry Pratchett isn’t the Father of Fantasy for no reason. This is a must read for everyone!
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