(Actually, it was because I didn't want to feel compelled to go read all the rest, because there are like a million of them.) Nonetheless, I know a fair amount about Discworld just because it's been around so long and is so popular in fandom circles. That includes the two or three Discworld novels I've read I liked them, but they were light entertainment, good for an afternoon, but not enough to make me go out and read all the rest. I've somehow avoided becoming a regular fan of Terry Pratchett, despite the fact that the few novels of his I've read, I've enjoyed.
But if the bold and undoable are what's called for, Moist's the man for the job - to move the mail, continue breathing, get the girl, and specially deliver that invaluable commodity that every being, human or otherwise, requires: hope. Worst of all, it means taking on the gargantuan, greedy Grand Trunk clacks communication monopoly and its bloodthirsty piratical headman. Worse still, Moist could swear the mail is talking to him. Getting the moribund Postal Service up and running again, however, may prove an impossible task, what with literally mountains of decades-old undelivered mail clogging every nook and cranny of the broken-down post office. a government job?īy all rights, Moist should be meeting his maker rather than being offered a position as Postmaster by Lord Vetinari, supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork. Suddenly, condemned arch-swindler Moist von Lipwig found himself with a noose around his neck and dropping through a trapdoor into.
One-line summary: An irredeemable swindler gets redeemed in a funny fantasy farce that proves some series can go on forever without getting stale.