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Night Watch

Finished Terry Pratchett's Night Watch earlier today. I've read many of the Discworld series, but certainly not all of them. Plus, it's been long enough since I've read anything by Pratchett that this one seemed even more enjoyable than usual. Forthwith, the worst pun in the entire novel:

He hated the official uniform, but he represented a bit more than just himself these days. Sam Vimes had been able to turn up for meetings with grubby armor, and even Sir Samuel Vimes could generally contrive to find a way to stay in street uniform at all times, but a duke… well, a duke needed a bit of polish. A duke couldn't have the arse hanging out of his trousers when meeting foreign diplomats. Actually, even plain old Sam Vimes never had the arse hanging out of his trousers, either, but no one would have actually started a war if he had.

The plain old Sam Vimes had fought back. He got rid of most of the plumes and the stupid tights, and ended up with a dress uniform that at least looked as though its owner was male. But the helmet had gold decoration, and the bespoke armorers had made a new, gleaming breastplate with useless gold ornamentation on it. Sam Vimes felt like a class traitor every time he wore it. He hated being thought of as one of those people that wore stupid ornamental armor. It was gilt by association.

There. Now it only gets better. Go read it. Hurry along.

Also, I'm quite looking forward to Monstrous Regiment (not yet out in paperback, alas). Haven't tried inter-library loan yet.

Posted by rv at November 10, 2003 09:13 PM to book