The Shepherd’s Crown by Terry Pratchett
So much gravitas. I mean, he kind of knew he was done, clearly when he wrote this. It’s as heartbreaking as his final tweet: AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER. Writ all in caps as the voice of Death. Death is prevalent in this new book, as is life, as is everything.
It’s a solid book, a final bow for the witches of Lancre. It’s a good fight, a good story, and a nice way for the Discworld to end. The heartbreaking part, besides the obvious which I dare not spoil and which makes this review all the harder to write, is the gentleman listing all of the future Discworld novels that we will never get to see.
Forty-One. That’s a hell of a number. That’s a hell of a series. Spanning children’s books, young adult books, and very adult books, it’s a grand thing. If you’re gonna read Discworld, now you don’t have to wait. You get to drink it all in, one luxuriant sip at a time. Very cheeky, very Monty Python witted, while still using the world to make very our world points. I’m so glad I finally finished. It was a beautiful run.
And now, our time has ended. It’s nothing but turtles. All the way down. From here.
Walk well, Sir Terry. You left the world a better place than it was when you got here.