Book Review: Making Money by Terry Pratchett
Terry Pratchett is funnier than Douglas Adams. There, I said it. Please hold your pitchforks until I’m done explaining myself.
It is unlikely that you’re a bigger Adams fanboy than I am.
I mean, I wrote a whole novella, now a trilogy, singing his praises,
sacrificing myself on that particular altar of worship, accepting the two-star
rating that book now has. I love that book, because it’s my tribute to a man who
brought me a great deal of joy and mirth in my youth. I will defend it all the
way down to one-star, if necessary. And, no, I’m not even going to mention it
by title. I don’t need more slagging, thanks.
Terry Pratchett and Douglas Adams, of course, share a lot of
similarities. It’s no wonder that I enjoy them both so much. World-building. Dry,
British wit. Silly characters with silly names in silly situations. Biting,
backhanded, muted social commentary. They’re more similar than different, other
than one wrote sci-fi, and the other fantasy.
Most of all, they make me laugh.
And it’s difficult to quantify humor. It would take a lot of
work to determine if one or the other pops off .8 more jokes per page. That’s
not really the way humor works, is it? The idea of counting jokes is funny, but
actually doing it would be quite sad.
Nevertheless, there are a lot of reasons why I think my
thesis statement is true. Subjectively true. True in my case. Subjectively.
For one, it’s a case of familiarity. I’ve read the five
HHGTTG books multiple times. Watched the BBC series multiple times. Watched the
BBC series multiple times on acid. Watched the film and wept. Watched the film
again many years later, and was angry. And sad.
Nothing will ever recapture the amusement I received the
first time I breathlessly read the first three books. It’s not that they fall
flat upon reading them again, but it is likely impossible that they could
elicit the same reaction more than once.
So Pratchett is a bit fresher to me, since I’ve only read a few of the Discworld books so far. Sheer volume is a good supporting argument. I am not going to run out of Discworld books any time soon.
Both authors were also amazing forward-thinkers. They predicted more of the future than did most futurists.
But I think that, most of all, Douglas Adams evokes a lot
more tragedy in my mind. He died way too young. He clearly wasn’t all that
happy with the way things went in his career, toward the end. This is a matter
of public record. By the last book, he felt somewhat bitter and resentful. A
sadder kind of funny. He wanted to be known for more than the Hitchhiker’s
Guide series, which sort of began to feel like it was being written at
gunpoint.
Pratchett, on the other hand, exudes a shared sort of
amusement in the Discworld books, as if saying, “Oh, people like these? Good, because
I do, too.”
Both wrote outside of their most popular series, of course.
Arguably, Adams had more success in that case, at least as far as I’m
concerned. While Pratchett’s non-Discworld “serious” books are clearly very
well-written, no doubt exhibiting the same mastery of plotting and character
development, I…don’t want to read them. I want to laugh. I need to laugh.
I am not laughing as I write this. I wish they were both
still here with us.
I adored The Colour of Magic. Absolutely loved it. I once jokingly
stated once that it was being made into a movie directed by Peter Jackson.
Pratchett’s reply to me was, “Not bloody likely.” It was actually produced a
few years later, albeit not by Jackson. I never got an apology for being
half-right, but I can live with that. Bruce Campbell owes me a half-apology as
well for when I called Evil Dead 4. I’m happy just to have brushed elbows with
them, in the digital sense.
Too bad that production, much like the HHG movie, seems to
have vacuumed out 75% of what made it so funny. Oh, well. That’s why we read
books, right?
But Making Money…wow. This one, I just couldn’t put down.
Unlike Unseen Academicals, which I did somehow put down, and then lost for a
number of years. Then it got put into storage, and I haven’t finished it yet.
That’s not a statement on the content, just something that happened.
The characters in MM are just so likable and well-written, I
didn’t want it to end. You know that feeling you get in a really good book? You
want to know the whole story, and rush to the last page, only to regret running
out of pages. Making Money evokes exactly that. Rincewind will always have a
special place in my heart, but Moist von Lipwig is now my new favorite
Discworld character. He’s a roguish fellow, but his heart is more or less in
the right place. He gets bored by normalcy. He’s always getting into difficult
or impossible situations, and then getting out of them again, impossibly.
Adora Belle, his often absentee girlfriend, is also a strong
contender in the likeability sweepstakes. So beautiful, although I don’t
remember any physical description. So bold. She is his ideal counterpart.
Chain-smoking, foot-stomping, to-hell-with-convention Adora Belle stole my heart.
Lord Vetinari, who apparently appears in a number of Discworld
books, is also amazing. He’s a tyrant, but he has his favorable qualities. Then just
when you think he’s gone soft, he does something wretched.
The way Pratchett names his characters makes me laugh on
multiple levels. They’re often ridiculous as all get out, but in the meta sense
as a writer, I get a deeper sense of amusement at the very idea of someone
naming characters with such a flair for the melodramatic. Even in a comedic
novel, they seem over the top, telegraphing aspects of their character in a way
no writer should practice. But in Discworld, they’re all perfect. The Lavish
family? Of course! Topsy Turvey? Super! I really admire what he does in this
area.
As to the subject matter and plot, Making Money is, again,
perfect. And perfectly suited for me, the amateur armchair economist. Because it
revolves around banks and monetary policy, a subject that is already absurd to
begin with. He absolutely skewers our concepts of currency with salient point
after point. The entire book (and how can I be reviewing a book without ever
once talking about anything specific?) weaves a pretty complex narrative. No
matter when you think the eventual outcome will be, you will find yourself
wrong by the end.
When he’s not picking apart the curious relation between
money, banks, and government, Pratchett finds time to work in some other cheeky
commentary. One involves a transgender Golem, of all things. Masterful stuff,
here. He manages to utilize the word and concept ‘fractal’, and even describes
a physical economic simulator that has only recently been made a reality. That’s a lot
of impressive stuff incorporated into a medieval world.
The man was brilliant. Far more brilliant than I have ever
seen anyone give him credit for. Igor, both a race of people and a character, is
another outstanding example of Pratchett’s ingenuity. I could read a whole book
about these fellows alone.
I could go on and on about this one. But I won’t.
I read Discworld books as I
acquire them, usually in some musty used bookstore* (Hello, Book Barn!) or thrift shop. And that’s mostly fine. As far
as I know, while there might be a preferred order, they seem to be written so
that you can read them in any sequence. Imagine my delight in learning that
this is a sequel of sorts to Going Postal, which I haven’t read yet. I can see
now that I’ll need to order it, because I can’t leave it to happenstance as to
when I get to read it. I want it on my desk yesterday.
* I don’t actually read
them in the musty bookstores, despite my poor phrasing.
Note: Stuff it. If you read all the way through that, maybe
you won’t be so blackhearted as to track this book down and ding it further.
Narrator Molly Elston is so talented, I am always looking to put her work on
display. So, here’s a little audiobook snippet of said unnamed book: https://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=12036169
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