Reviews from Lord Taylor of Glencoe
Brought forward in tribute to the late Sir Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic continues the story of Discworld’s debut, The Colour of Magic. In this second story, Rincewind and Twoflower are still falling off the edge of the world, which is itself heading for an apocalyptic collision with a red star.
Pratchett’s patter is even better this time round. Every other sentence is loaded with dry wit, often clever and always hilarious. There are countless laugh-out-loud lines that range from the sublime to the ridiculous.
As before, the failed wizard Rincewind is the perfect pessimistic antihero who can be totally relied on to avoid being a hero at all costs. Having said that, there’s clear character progression and a feeling an arc concludes with Light. It’s also nice to see the love/hate bromance with Twoflower continue, but it’s The Luggage who really steals the limelight.
The plot is more linear than in Colour and less seems to be going on, with a more defined goal for Rincewind’s begrudged quest.
Perhaps because of the constant witticisms, perhaps because of the lack of chapters, the whole book has a rushed, unfocused feel. Yes, the meandering tangents are entertaining, but it’s sometimes hard to appreciate the significance of any one event or understand quite what’s going on. It’s all just a little uneven and unclear.
What’s for certain is this is a much stronger entry than its predecessor, and a colourful romp that will keep you thoroughly entertained every step of the way.
Thank you, Sir Terry, and rest in peace.