I do not think Terry Pratchett has a good handle on what his Alzheimers disease will do next. The reason I say that is because of the remarkable balance he’s struck here: if we never get another Tiffany Aching book again, then this is a very grand finale, with some extremely interesting visits from people we’ve met here and there (and way back *there*. But if he does get to write about her again, then there are some new threads that are going to be very interesting to pursue.
I must say that I find Tiffany books unexpectedly tiring to read. This is because they always make me feel guilty about slacking off on the work that’s in front of me, and so a lot of household chores tend to get done in medias libris. Today I sorted through my all of my underwear and rowing gear and got rid of the stuff that was worn out or didn’t fit, among other things. Tiffany would approve, except that she’d have found another use for all of it (made tourniquettes of the spandex?) And she wouldn’t have had extra clothing in the first place, and would have thought the idea of special clothing to exercise in was a bit silly. (And possible ditto for exercise itself, though she’d approve of rowing for transportation or fun.)
And one tiny one-nonspecific-word spoiler that will bug nobody except the people who really really really don’t want to know *anything* about the plot of a book before they read it so I am putting in a cut for them:
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in the very last chapter (not including Epilogue) the word ‘son’ is used. Is that person talking about who I think that person is talking about?
Mirrored from Dichroic Reflections.
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Date: 2010-09-05 06:45 pm (UTC)(Edit: Meaning publishing-industry restrictions suck, not that you deserve not to be able to read the Stevermer.)
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Date: 2010-09-05 07:25 pm (UTC)And I am typing this while to the background of a music mix consisting of Stan Rogers, Archie Fisher, Gordon Bok and Great Big Sea. If the Sam Goody's near where I grew up is even still in existence, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have any of those artists. This living in the future thing? Can't complain.
(Which makes it even funnier. Discworld is very Dickensian England in some ways. Magic Below Stairs is Regency. All of those musicians sing sea songs, a lot of older music and music about old days or looking back at them. Apparently I like to use the future to pretend to be int he past.)