Of the multiple wakes world is now going through after the passing of Sir Terry Pratchett, it would be nice to be let in to the one being reminiscent of Neil Gaiman’s ‘Sandman’ story ‘The Wake’, where the anthropomorphic personification of dreams, Dream/Morpheus himself, was remembered and afterwards laid to rest.
In this wake there would be pint holding chat with mourning Discworld characters. Speeches by wizard Rincewind, commander Sam Vimes, Death himself, Moist von Lipwig, Granny Weatherwax et cetera.
Slow as I’m anywhere to react to anything, it took good time watching my friends chuckle about Discworld, but it was only the buzz around ‘Good Omens’, co-authored with Neil Gaiman, that got my attention towards the works of Terry Pratchett.Embed from Getty Images
I’m still working my way in and around Ankh-Morpork and realizing I’m short of tens of those tales. In a quick glance it’s a mass of witty and cruelly chuckling analogues to our world and aside of that, a huge satire of fantasy world tales.
Every aspect from romance to war, crime to religion and everything between, is presented in a way that would work in schoolbooks, teaching mechanisms of the society with more straightforward method, laughing. Terry Pratchett filled his analogues and metaphors from social structures to corporate power with the simplicity from which we, and especially politicians, frown from saying aloud, denying what’s in front of everyone’s eyes. Still, Terry Pratchett’s vision is not declaration of critics as such, but just using the crystal clear ridiculousness of our systems and orders to run a distant and flat world carried by four elephants on the back of a giant turtle.