A Tribute to Sir Terry Pratchett
“Don’t think of it as dying, said Death. “Just think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush.”
Today, 12 March 2015, a sharp, intelligent and inspiring novelist passed away.
Sir Terry Pratchett, author of the Discworld series and co-author of Good Omens, has died at the age of 66.
Naturally, with the passing of any individual I find myself drawn to my own thoughts and memories of that person. Unfortunately, having not had the privilege in my twenty years to personally meet Pratchett, I am instead glancing over the bundle of novels I have gathered together with his name perching over the cover. Suddenly that name is more than just a name – isn’t it strange how someone becomes a legacy simply because they have died? I think I should have realised this mistake a long while ago.
I can assure you, if it were not for my university essays and workload, I’d be basking through the joys of the Discworld series.
One thing so evident in Pratchett’s writing is the passion, the anger, and the urge for justification. Even if you were to sit back and casually read his work, you find yourself in a state of shock and surprise: suddenly you’re sitting forward, jumping up to the edge of your seat, your head is buried into his words, your eyes are slits and your brain is shouting out the words, on the brink of a headache – yet, like Pratchett, you solider on.
The Discworld series was what first brought my attention to Pratchett – the idea of a fictional world that lies flat on the backs of four huge elephants, who stand on the back of an enormous turtle, sounded too interesting to pass up. Mad as it may sound, the series explores high fantasy and satirical elements that you can’t help but nod your head and laugh as you read. You are transported to a different world.
His passion is evident through the lengthy number of volumes attributed to this series. Pratchett clearly has a love for writing and reading: “If you have enough book space, I don’t want to talk to you.”
So if you’re not already familiar with Pratchett’s timeless novels, do something in his memory and fill all the empty space on your bookshelves. Fill it with Pratchett, fill it with joy, fill it with passion, and fill it with anger.
As Neil Gaiman writes,
“I rage at the imminent loss of my friend. And I think, ‘What would Terry do with this anger?’ Then I pick up my pen, and I start to write.”