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Cover of Night Watch

Night Watch by Terry Pratchett

I decided to read this book in honor of the late and great Terry Pratchett. I’d read it described on TvTropes as one of his best books. How I felt about it? It’s good, but Going Postal is still my favorite.

Sam Vimes is chasing a cop-killer named Carcer across the rooftops of the High Energy Magic Building when a lightning strike sends them both thirty years back in time to the bad old days of Ankh-Morpork. Vimes has to figure out how to get home and keep Carcer from dooming history.

The book is unevenly good. The beginning didn’t do much for me, and it won’t make sense for people who haven’t read the other books about the Watch anyway. It picks up when the actual time travel happens. The Ankh-Morpork of Vimes’s youth is in much worse shape than it is in the present day – it drives home how much Vetinari has accomplished during his time in power. It helps to be familiar with Les Miserables to get the full enjoyment of the book.

And then there’s the scene where Vimes and the younger version of himself find Findthee Swing’s special basement. That scene blew me away. Very little is actually described. It’s a master example of leaving details out to make a story more scary.

We’re also treated to a view of Reg Shoe in life. And we get to witness his finest moment, the one at which he becomes a zombie. But then the action moves away from him. Inquiring minds want to know what his first few days as a zombie were like. Did he freak out? (I would.) How did he figure out how to keep himself from rotting? I like to imagine some kind undertaker took him under wing and explained the facts of undeath.

Night Watch manages to be both dark and funny. It’s just as worth reading as all of Terry Pratchett’s stuff.

The Hogfather, by Terry Pratchett

All I need to say to recommend this book, really, is to mention that Terry Pratchett wrote it.

It’s ostensibly a Christmas book, in the same way The Nightmare Before Christmas is ostensibly a movie about Christmas.  When the Discworld equivalent of Santa Claus goes MIA, Death fills in for him.  Hilarity ensues.   And dang it, the guy manages to sneak in a reference to DOCTOR.  In a fantasy novel about Christmas.

Guards! Guards!

The first time I started reading this book, I didn’t get it.  I gave up in disgust when I got to the point where the Librarian was an orangutan.  Real fantasy wasn’t supposed to be absurd!  It was supposed to have magic spells in it!

Only the efforts of many friends singing Terry Pratchett’s praises finally convinced me to pick it up again.  Now I realize the guy is freaking brilliant.  Discworld still doesn’t make a lot of sense, but the fantasy isn’t the point, it’s the characters.

Guards! Guards! is about guards.  Those faceless people who get killed off in droves in your typical fantasy story while the readers yawn.  Only these guards get names.  Not only do they get names, but they get backstory, and character development, and a romantic subplot.  They even get to save the day.  Terry Pratchett focuses a lens on our foibles and some of the less admirable aspects of human nature.  Ankh-Morpork doesn’t sound like a place I would like to live.  And yet, while optimistic would be too strong a word, Guards! Guards! is eminently hopeful.

And who could resist going all fangirl all over Commander Vimes?