Making Money (Terry Pratchett)

Moist Von Lipwig, the erstwhile scam artist and confidence man, leaves his honest job as Postmaster General to run the Royal Bank and Mint, where hilarity (sort of) ensues. Unfortunately, Making Money continues a frustrating trend: Discworld is becoming less and less funny. There were a few great moments, but nothing like the comic magic of The Colour of Magic or Guards! Guards! or, dare I say, Good Omens.

Perhaps his novels are becoming closer and closer to what I suspect he knows is the true purpose of satire and, ultimately, fantasy, as well: a window into the real world. And he seems to be sacrificing comedy for insight. I’m not sure if that’s a bad thing.

It was still seriously entertaining. It just wasn’t hilarious.

I’ve just picked up Clarence Thomas’s My Grandfather’s Son, which I’m excited to read next.

~ by ishighwayman on October 3, 2007.