![]() ![]() My own memories of the book tended toward the negative view, and on re-reading I can see why. It’s possible that both of these interpretations are true. In the other interpretation, Going Postal is a wonderful entry point for new readers, a turn away from some of the more tentative novels of the preceding era, a celebration of a mature Discworld that has found its voice at last. In one interpretation, Going Postal is The Beginning Of The End, give or take a book or two in either direction – the tipping point into the declining standards of the final run of the cycle. I’ve been aware for a while now that there are two radically different interpretations of Going Postal’s place in the Discworld cannon. The mist was filling the streets now, leaving the buildings like islands in surf. And out of all the sweat and swearing and mathematics had come this… thing, dropping words across the world as softly as starlight. They hadn’t dreamed, in the way people usually used the word, but they’d imagined a different world, and bent metal round it. They’d waded through rivers and dabbled in trigonometry. ![]() They’d cursed and, worse, used logarithms. Ordinary men had dreamed it up and put it together, building towers on rafts in swamps and across the frozen spines of mountains. ![]() My Complete Discworld Reread project marches on!īut what was happening now… this was magical. ![]()
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