There has been a wide outpouring of heartfelt tributes today to mark the passing of Sir Terry Pratchett and deservedly so. He came to prominence as an author of comic fantasy round about the time I was a teenager and had been regularly churning out books ever since, mainly set in his Discworld universe. I think they had a period when they became a little formulaic but I found many of the more recent ones were back to an upward trend, managing to combine funny with meaningful and sometimes even moving.
This is more remarkable with the fact that he was diagnosed with an early onset form of Alzheimer’s disease in 2007. No giving up or tailing off in quality; Raising Steam, published last year was another that followed the established trajectory.
I think it might be time to look on my shelves for what I’ve got by him (most of the ones I’ve read have, admittedly, been borrowed from friends or the library) and take another wander through the flat and textured world of his imagination.