You know, I can’t believe both Terry Pratchett and Diana Wynne Jones are gone now. Two people whose books I would look forward to and read on a regular basis. I hope we see their like again, but I just haven’t found any authors who I enjoy in the same way.
A lot of people I know, most people actually, didn’t really like Pratchett’s writing. And I can sort of understand, the books are a bit jarringly zany, but if you’re the kind of person who can quite happily be carried off on a madcap adventure then you will enjoy them.
He certainly wasn’t the most subtle writer in the world, but I loved his force and his vitriol and his complete disdain for the crap people can come up with. It’s purer and raw-er than most of the other authors I like, but I don’t enjoy it any less at all.
And really the books were very clever, they skewered everything that was wrong with the world and stuck it on a cork board for everyone to laugh at. And he had so much colour and diversity in his books, and so many different kinds of people and different ways of making fun (and I mean that in the literal sense, as in, he manufactured fun and happiness and wonderfulness) of them.
Well I feel quite sad now.