![]() With the exception of a few heavy-handed statements about the public good versus private profit, Pratchett slides the satire in around the edges of the primary action: watching a career criminal transitioning rather quickly to earnest civic flunky, all under the watchful (glowing red) eyes of a monstrously powerful and patient government-employed golem. Pratchett follows Moist’s attempts to resuscitate regular mail service as he goes up against the evil hegemony of corporate toadies running the clacks towers, a once-impressive series of semaphore towers that, when they work, can send a message hundreds of miles in no time at all, but at a hefty price. That’s no easy task, what with only two employees left, both pretty much insane, puttering around the massive, dead-letter-stuffed edifice, not to mention the competition with the clacks towers. ![]() It seems that the Duke wants a man everybody thinks is dead to take over the city’s long-moribund post office. This time, Moist Von Lipwig, a scam artist with a host of aliases, has just been hanged for his crimes-except that he hasn’t, due to some trickery with the rope. ![]() ![]() Pratchett satirizes the modern telecom business in a deeply satisfying comedy about a man sent to a fate worse than death: the post office.įans of Pratchett’s Discworld series will be happy he’s returning to the city of Ankh-Morpork-after the Balkan War–esque madness of Monstrous Regiment (2003)-though it’s not to the familiar environs of the Watch or Unseen University. ![]()
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