‘THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE.’ – Death, Night Watch
My thank you sounds out from upon a disc, which sits upon the backs of four elephants, who stand on the back of a giant turtle, named Great A’Tuin. Who knows what he makes of this turn of events.
My thank you is so loud and so heartfelt that it can hopefully cross oceans without falling off the edge, cross universes without becoming lost in translation, cross even the borders between life and death without getting lost.
Every Hogswatch for a long, long time, I received a staple gift from the Hogfather – the latest Terry Pratchett, the latest Discworld feast for the senses. In this universe, words do more than meet your eyes – they get inside your mind and take up residence there. They treat the place like their own and turn things upside down and inside out and make you crease with laughter and tears more often than you’d think any combination of words in any collection of works possibly could. Words that are seriously funny, but also seriously clever. And, sometimes, seriously serious. There is often a message in the madness, scathing satire in the sands.
If I can make a scratch on the wall of the world even a millionth in depth of the mark made by Terry Pratchett, I will have achieved something. Books that make me laugh out loud, but also make me stop and think, but also make me grieve, but also make me cartwheel at the triumph of craft are among my most treasured possessions – thanks to Discworld, I have whole shelves of them.
It’s heartbreaking, of course, that there’ll be nothing new from someone taken too soon – that’s a refrain I’ve heard a lot these past days. But, oh my life, who else has left us so much? Terry Pratchett knew how to make moving pictures with words. He knew the colour of magic. Thanks to him, we can read all about it in the words he’s left behind. Words with a life of their own. So, thank you, Terry Pratchett, thank you for every single word.
You are completely on target here! I feel much the same, blessed to have 70 odd books to read, even though there won’t be any more. His books are a wonderful mix of wacky and wickedly accurate observation. He helps us laugh at the ludicrous and love DEATH. Pratchett will be missed, but thank goodness he worked so hard while he was here.
I could read them all over and over, so I’m happy there are so many 🙂 DEATH is my favourite character lol. It is so sad that he’s gone, but if anyone’s work is going to live on forever, it’s his.
There will never be another Terry Pratchett, but thank God there was one!
Absolutely. I couldn’t agree more.