raisindot wrote: poohcarrot wrote:
If you read Going Postal before Making Money, you won't like Making Money.
If you read Making Money before Going Postal, you will like Making Money.
Wrong as usual.
I read Going Postal first (when it came out) and the Making Money (when it came out). Initially, I liked MM more than GP, but, after going back and reading both of them, I have also conclused that GP is the better of the two. I certainly "like" MM; I just don't like it as much as GP.
As usual pooh's too black and white and you're too literal/pendantic to do gray
So a paraphrase for people who recognise that taste like life blurs the borders
If you read Going Postal before Making Money, you won't like Making Money as much as GP.
If you read Making Money before Going Postal, you will like Making Money but you'll like GP more when you get around to reading that.
OK - this one I'm not going to get passionate about unless someone tries to convince me that Moist is a lovable rogue - he's certainly engaging and funny, but I hate his egocentric behaviour and I refuse to admire his personaliity and motivation in any way. He may be reformed (or reforming) by his standards, but as they're mostly despicable in the first place, not to mention self-serving, he doesn't have to try very hard to achieve some improvement does he?
Going Postal must be the superior book, because it deals with the situation in a clever and plausible manner and, as pooh says, MM is simply the same thing, but about money instead of mail delivery. Stamps and proper letters (not junk mail
) I accept you can get obsessed with for some strange reason. Money is different and harder to satirise in some ways 'cos too much or too little of it causes so much grief. Personally I'm not too fussed about money unless somebody tries to take mine off me without asking nicely.
Mr. Fusspot's adorable (far more than Adorabelle who also gets on my nerves too, although I think she's very good at keeping Moist in line so that a major plus point) and brings out Moist's caring side such as it is
The direly 'so awful he's great' Cosmo Lavish I found quite spellbinding in some way, don't ask me why (but perhaps I've been RPing Sauron far too much recently
) so there are good things in there but I still don't like it enough because some of the other strands are frankly lame.
Mr Bent could have been so great with the vampire mystery, but then it was just thrown away with the sad orphan clown thing (I felt far sorrier for Verence on the hereditary clown front) and as for the golden golem sub-story well that was just
words fail me - yeah so they make good currency, but the whole oooo they're coming! oooo they're in the city! oooo now they're gone again following shiny Moist! I just couldn't work up the enthusiasm to anticipate or be intrigued. I really like
Golems! I love how the Asimovian principle works for them and I thought Terry was really getting somewhere with them as the fire fighters for the city, but no - they're put back in the ground at the end, aside from the horses and didn't we already do the Terracotta Army in Interesting Times?
The prophetic aspects are apparently there yes, in view of subsequent crashes - Nineteen Eighty-Four
was prophetic too and that's a far more impressive attempt at prediction since you could say that MM isn't so much looking forward as retrospective - currencies have crashed or inflated and markets disintegrated before after all, for hundreds if not thousands of years.
Predicting CCTV and Data 'Protection' from scratch by 35 years - that's certainly a good interpretation of the future to come up with, although Hitler in Germany and Stalin in Russia must have helped Orwell along too.
I don't like this book enough
and examining why as I've just written I guess there's too many oppportunities missed and far too much re-hashed and I guess the bar's so high now there's bound to be some books that will disappoint. I think also this book's possibly a casualty to RL darkness for Terry - would he have been writing this around the time that his father was terminally ill and perhaps when he wasn't in the best of undiagnosed health himself either, although I think it may have been written well before he was noticing symptoms but it was in production or just published around the time he had his suspected stroke?
For me it's just too derivative, even of his own work, despite all the excellent satire and pace so it comes over as a fob off in the end.