It’s forty years today (24th November) since the very first Discworld book, The Colour of Magic was picked so for today’s Friday series post returning to one of my absolute all time favourites.
So I will admit that the early books of the series aren’t my favourites . Yes, I’ve reread them all, but I haven’t gone back to the first few any where near as many times as I have say, Going Postal or Guards, Guards. And if you’ve never read them, I do of course have a post for that – go and read my Where to Start with Discworld post. But that first book does introduce Rincewind, the incompetent “wizzard”, and the most famous trunk in literature, the Luggage. And although the social satire develops over the series, it’s here in embryonic form, as Twoflower introduces in-sewer-ants to Ankh Morpork, shortly followed by the first case of insurance fraud!
Book Four, Mort, is where I think it all kicks into gear as death and his white horse ride into the picture and in book six it’s the arrival of the witches and Granny Weatherwax. I’ve said before that the city-based and later books are my favourites, but really I find it hard to chose because they’re all old friends.
Back in the day, my sister and I used to fight to be the one who bought dad the new Discworld book for his Christmas book, and then we’d often read if before he did once it was unwrapped. And although it’s eight years since Sir Terry died, we have some new Discworld content this Christmas, because his daughter Rhianna and Gabrielle Kent have written Tiffany Aching’s Guide to being a Witch, which I haven’t seen yet but which I will probably buy at some point soon because I know what I’m like! Tiffany and the Wee Free Men were one of the brilliant final gifts Athert end of the series, and I’m interested to see what Rhianna has done with it all.
But basically the message of this is go read some Discworld, please and thank you!
Have a great weekend.
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