December 12th, 2011
Some fantasy series drag on, but Terry Pratchett’s Discworld remains a joy. In Snuff (Doubleday, £18.99), tough cop Sam Vimes takes an enforced country holiday and inevitably finds crime among the cowpats. Pokes at aristocratic households and Jane Austen are seriously funny; Vimes’s outrage that a racial underclass is reckoned too vile to merit fair treatment is, well, funnily serious. A highly readable, mature comedy, far from the rapid-fire quipping of early Discworld.
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