Because it's fall and I've been Going Through It for the last year or so I decided to go back and reread Mort (probably to be followed shortly by Reaper Man and Soul Music) and two things have occurred to me.
One- Sir Terry Pratchett was an incredibly gifted writer and we where extremely lucky to have him.
Two- Reading the Discworld books at a young age was probably the most effective inoculation against Sanderson's specific style of self-serious/self important high fantasy nonsense that I could have asked for.
All of the Discworld books are so incredibly sincere and funny and beautiful and profound in what they have to say about life and humanity- and it never once feels compelled to justify it's magic or it's world or it's ideas with sweatily explained rules to it's magic and world building performative expressed to the audience in a bid to be taken seriously. It is fantasy and unabashed and unashamed about that- Pratchett has no need of intricately explained magic systems to justify why Death works the way he does. Death works the way he does because it fits the tone and ideas of his story- the exact hows of things like how he can manipulate time or create a cottage out of nothingness or travel the world are unimportant. It works that way because it makes sense for the story's themes and motifs for it to work that way. It needs nothing more then that and Pratchett has the confidence to make it work.

















