The Lord of the disc: Terry Pratchett
The TOD, we know that since the Discworld novels, speaks to uppercase. It is an objective man, so actually a factual skeleton that has no feelings and does his job, which is to be separated with a scythe souls from bodies. The TOD is not cruel. If ever met any of his personal view of death, then Terry Pratchett has nothing to fear. That’s quite a comforting thought.
This Discworld, that was the universe that described Pratchett in many novels: A disk that rests on the backs of four elephants which, in turn, on the scarred by many meteorite impacts shell of a giant tortoise (Chelys galactica) called Great A ‘ Tuin stand, the star turtle flying through space and will not live forever.
“Scientists have calculated”, it is said at the beginning of the novel “The Grim Reaper”, “that the actual existence chance for something so absurd is about one in a million. Magician, however, know from experience how often be impossible and crazy for the daily norm “And that is exactly what makes the novels about the Discworld. Pratchett took the miraculous and clapped him on the robe of the everyday. A single mage is a wonderful thing hundred magicians form a union and fill out forms. It was not the magic in everyday life, what interested him was the day in the Magic. For if one knows nothing else than your own discs Elephant turtles construct, then you will find it not absurd. Absurd would probably be a sphere of which will not slip off the people also below.
For us, ball residents Pratchett was a reliable guide to the Discworld, which is much more than just another fantasy world of wizards and unicorns and Amazons in the chain bikini. And the main reason is that the genre Pratchett accepted lovingly and without arrogant contempt, it exploded knowledgeable and composed again overlooking the whole Oddities and practices of our globe world. It is a fantasy world in which there is religion and tourism, theater performances, quiche and politics. Yes, even princesses. But there are with us as well. But above all used Pratchett Discworld as a satire, to negotiate fundamental to alienate to increase as it is good satire own. His novels have footnotes, it was not uncommon scientifically -. Not in our sphere worldly sense, but according to the Discworld’s most fundamental laws of nature, where orangutans can conduct libraries
Pratchett was not funny elf wrote his fellow writer Neil Gaiman – with whom he “Good Omens” wrote – once about him, despite the big black hat and his long white beard. There was a rage that drove him, a rage on social imbalances and weaknesses of character, which incited him to publish about two books a year. At some point there were over seventy.
the end of 2007 Pratchett announced that in his early onset form of Alzheimer’s disease was diagnosed. “I’d eat the ass of a dead mole if this would help me,” he said, and there was again the rage, this time against disobedient body parts. But he did not pull away, he went with his illness to the public. With vehemence he struggled to be able to self-determination to die. Before the “Royal College of Physicians he thought – he did not even more – 2012, an acclaimed lecture titled” Shaking Hands With Death “, give the death of his hand. “It is critical to have a choice,” it states. “The doctors have helped us for centuries to live longer and healthier lives, now they should help us to die peacefully -. Between our members, at home, without long stay in God’s waiting room”
It was not granted Pratchett, set the time of his death itself, and in God’s waiting room, he spent most to his taste far too much time. However – he died at home in his bed, the relatives around him, the cat was sleeping on the ceiling. Thus, it announced on Thursday his publisher. The rest ARE ALL CAPS.
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