|Submitted by mike |
(Oct 06, 2005)
For 28 consecutive books Terry Pratchett has turned out works of comic genius. Admittedly some have been better than others, Mort and Monstrous Regiment missed as much as they hit and Nightwatch's uneasy blend of comedy and drama didn't work for me (homicidal psycho's have no place in the Discworld, and giving Fred and Nobby a serious side was an idea that should never seen the light of day) but until Going Postal came along he'd never actually written a stinker. It's a dreary, boring tale, devoid of the slightest shred of the wit and comic brillance we've come to eagerly anticipate in a Disworld novel. I read this and seriously wondered if Pratchett and the Disworld franchise had finally run out steam.