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dolorosa_12This week's linkpost is all Terry Pratchett. I came to his writing later than most, as I was in my early twenties before I read a single word of his. A good friend of mine and I had made a deal: he would watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I would read Pratchett. I think it was a good deal for both of us. I started with Guards! Guards!, and never looked back. My favourite Pratchett book is Small Gods, for all the qualities that made Pratchett such a powerful writer: warm humour, a perceptive understanding of human nature, an intelligent way with words that included rather than excluded, and a patience with human frailty.
This is a Storify of Pratchett's last tweets. (Warning: bring tissues.)
Here Nymeth provides her reminiscences at Things Mean A Lot.
Jo Walton recalls her first meeting with Pratchett over at Tor.com.
I also liked this piece by Julie Beck at the Atlantic.
The obituary at the BBC is here.
As usual, xkcd says in a few words what would take me several thousand.
I think, however, that Abi Sutherland says it best:
He saw the monstrosities of our world: economic inequality, racism, sexism, religious bigotry, the abuses of narrative and myth. And he made them irresistibly ludicrous, laying them relentlessly out until their inner absurdity smothered them, until the least bizzare and most reasonable thing in the story was that it took place on a disc resting on the backs of four elephants standing on the shell of a giant space turtle.
He was both wise and kind.
The world could do with a bit more wisdom accompanied by kindness.
This is a Storify of Pratchett's last tweets. (Warning: bring tissues.)
Here Nymeth provides her reminiscences at Things Mean A Lot.
Jo Walton recalls her first meeting with Pratchett over at Tor.com.
I also liked this piece by Julie Beck at the Atlantic.
The obituary at the BBC is here.
As usual, xkcd says in a few words what would take me several thousand.
I think, however, that Abi Sutherland says it best:
He saw the monstrosities of our world: economic inequality, racism, sexism, religious bigotry, the abuses of narrative and myth. And he made them irresistibly ludicrous, laying them relentlessly out until their inner absurdity smothered them, until the least bizzare and most reasonable thing in the story was that it took place on a disc resting on the backs of four elephants standing on the shell of a giant space turtle.
He was both wise and kind.
The world could do with a bit more wisdom accompanied by kindness.
