Feet of Clay

Feet of Clay (1996) Terry Pratchett

There’s trouble in Ankh-Morpork. Someone has committed at least two unauthorized murders, and the city golems are all acting funny.

Plus, the Watch continues to recruit more members, including dwarves who think it might be nice to maybe wear earrings and lipstick.

As usual, the best part of any Discworld book is the writing.

People look down on stuff like geography and meteorology and not only because they’re standing on one and soaked by the other. They don’t look quite like read science. But geography is only physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity.

(T)here were two good signs of a good alchemist: the Athletic and the Intellectual. A good alchemist of the first sort was someone who could leap over the bench and be on the far side of a safely thick wall in three seconds, and a good alchemist of the second sort was someone who knew exactly when to do this.

I, after hearing evidence from a number of experts, including Mrs Slipdry the midwife, certify that the balance of probability is that the bearer of this document, C. W. St John Nobbs, is a human being.
Signed, Lord Vetinari

Poor Nobby.

This last made me think of my friend Gina:

There was no mention of hot smelly breath and great clomping feet like soup places on a stick. Cows, in Sergeant Colon’s book, should go ‘moo’. Every child knew that. They shouldn’t go ‘mur-r-r-r-r-m!’ like some kind of undersea monster and spray you with spit.

I did have a couple issues with the formatting of this book–one page was misplaced, so I was very confused to “turn the page” and see Captain Carrot “putting his uniform back on” after a seemingly normal boring interview with Dorfl. A couple chapters later this became clear, but was very confusing at the time.

I mean, Carrot isn’t LIKE that.
Rating: 7/10

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