I love Moist von Lipwig, almost as much as I love Terry Pratchett. I also love Going Postal, which I have now read for the second time. I can just about see the third time coming up.
Not sure why I chose to read it the first time, but suspect I was wanting to read about something that would remind me of my own early professional times. I can still miss the days of the Post Office, and Moist's exploits in Ankh-Morpork are quite close to my own experience. At least the way I remember it.
Moist is a crook, of course, but a kind one and someone who thinks on his feet. Lord Vetinari clearly knew what he was doing when making Moist Postmaster General. Post people are such fun. And there is stamp collecting.
The loveliness of postal matters apart, I was [again, maybe] struck by Terry's way with words, making some new ones up whenever required. It's the thinking of things. Stuff like using the doorway when you run out of wall. I could say that too, if I had only been able to think such thoughts.
There is a 'romance' of an unusual kind, which is so much better than too much soppiness. And one wishes all tyrants were more like Lord Vetinari.
The question now is whether I read another book featuring Moist, or reread this one.
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