“A good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.”
Today, one of the books that was until yesterday residing in the Book Depository, together with most of my rather large Pratchett collection. Guards! Guards! is the eighth Discworld novel, and the first to feature the Night Watch of Ankh-Morpork, consisting in its entirety of drunkard Captain Vimes, complacent Sergeant Colon, disgrace-to-the-species Corporal Nobbs, and literal-minded new recruit Lance-Corporal Carrot.
Into the rather seedy metropolis of Ankh-Morpork, city of a hundred thousand souls and ten times that number of actual people, someone looses a dragon, and suddenly there’s a reason for the Night Watch to exist and, you know, uphold the laws and everything.
I just love the Discworld series (well, up until Snuff, anyway). I’ve probably said all this before, but I love the way Pratchett can be funny – often laugh-out-loud funny – original, and deeply serious all at the same time. There’s no way I can give you a coherent review of this brilliant novel, so I’ll let it speak for itself.
You have the effrontery to be squeamish. But we were dragons. We were supposed to be cruel, cunning, heartless, and terrible. But this much I can tell you, you ape – we never burned and tortured and ripped one another apart and called it morality.
And this is where L-space comes from, too, so if you’ve ever wondered why exactly my tagline is “Adventures in L-Space” you should read this. In fact, just read it anyway. Go.