I’ve got a little bit behind with my posts again, but I should be able to sort that out today. The next entry in the Great Terry Pratchett Re-read-athon is one I first muttered about when it came out in 2006, and having read what I wrote then, I don’t think I can improve on it, so here it is:
But it wouldn’t be a proper entry in the GTPR without a quote or two, would it? As you’ll know if you read my earlier post, the story includes some Morris dancers, whose usual springtime appearance is described in a quite delightful way:
They carried sticks and wore white clothes with bells on them, to stop them creeping up on people. No one likes an unexpected Morris dancer.
Quite. Many people aren’t all that keen on expected ones, for that matter.
Tiffany’s dangerous little friends the Nac Mac Feegle are around, of course. They’ve teamed up with the Baron’s son Roland, who’s needed to play the part of a Hero. In a typically confused conversation, about a myth, this happens:
“And he won her freedom by playing beautiful music,” Roland added. “I think he played a lute. Or maybe it was a lyre.”
“Ach, weel, that’ll suit us fine,” said Daft Wullie. “We’re experts at lootin’ and then lyin’ aboot it.”
And so on, and indeed, so forth. Lots of fun, and a big serious story, in which Tiffany develops her powers and learns a great deal.