My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I’ve come to Terry Pratchett somewhat late, only to find I’ve overlooked a writer deft at the difficult art of farce. Imaginative, funny, zany and without any pretense, Pratchett’s The Colour of Magic is an easy, entertaining read that demands nothing of you but your willingness to again become a child and explore a sense of wonder.
The world Pratchett creates is a disc carried upon the the backs of four elephants, who in turn ride a great galactic turtle. On this disc-world magic abounds (and hence the interdict regarding the number eight), as do strange creatures (I particularly loved the luggage), strange adventures and even stranger outcomes. Just when you think you’ve figured out this world and this plot, Pratchett turns his story upside down to see what shakes out.
For sheer escapism and entertainment, it doesn’t get much better.