![]() ![]() As a result, it’s easy to think of a defiant author setting out, on the one hand, to dazzle his audience and get them to finally pay attention, and, on the other, to show people what they were missing. ![]() TCOM may well have been Pratchett’s last chance, and I don’t imagine he had the highest hopes. The Colour of Magic ( TCOM) was Pratchett’s fourth published novel – The Carpet People was a fairly well-received children’s book but had hardly been a bestseller, and both The Dark Side of the Sun and Strata were commercial flops. Perhaps the external history of these books explains some of what I felt the difference between them was. When I read The Light Fantastic, unfortunately, I got another surprise. So maybe, I thought, this ‘complete reread’ business wouldn’t be so bad after all. Unpolished, yes, out of keeping with the continuity, certainly, and a little hamstrung by its episodic and parodic form but good. So when I read The Colour of Magic, I got a very pleasant surprise: it wasn’t bad at all, it was fun and clever and witty and imaginative and fun and fantastic and fun. ![]() The early books, after all, weren’t very good, and I wasn’t looking forward to wading through them until I reached the better volumes. ![]() When I decided to (re-)read all the Discworld books, in order, I was a smidgeon trepidatious. ![]()
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