AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.
— Terry Pratchett (@terryandrob) March 12, 2015
To me, the great thing about Terry Pratchett’s stories is that they didn’t just give us magic. They enabled us to create magic of our own, through the connections they helped us to create. Here are some of my personal favourite memories in which Pratchett and his stories played a part.
– The time when I recognised someone as a kindred spirit because he named each of his mini DV tapes after a Discworld character.
– The time I attended a talk by the man himself at Melbourne Uni. I was entirely dumbstruck when I came face-to-face with Sir Terry, and not least because I’d just annoyed him by accidentally leaving the flash on when I took a photo of him signing Noel’s book. (Karma’s a bitch – it was probably that firing of that flash that finished off my camera’s dying battery just before it was my turn for a photo.)
– The time an amateur theatre group put up a production of Mort at the Trades Hall on Lygon St. The production values were adorably basic – Death wore a burlap cloak and had LED lights for eyes – but the amount of love that went into the play was palpable.
– The time James gave me a copy of Good Omens. It was when we’d just started dating, and even though I’d already read it before (many times), I felt warm and fuzzy inside with the knowledge that we shared the same taste in books.
– The time that I realised that the title of The Monstrous Regiment was a massive spoiler, having been lifted from the title of that tirade that John Knox published in 1558. (And if I continue along this train of thought, I’m going to spoil the book for anyone who hasn’t yet read it, so I should probably stop here.)
– The time I belatedly got into the Tiffany Aching stories, read them with great delight, wished they’d been around when *I* was a teenager – and then got a bit teary-eyed at the realisation that they would be great for reading with my daughter when she’s older.
Thank you for the magic, Sir Terry.
“The enemy isn’t men, or women, it’s bloody stupid people and no one has the right to be stupid.” — Terry Pratchett