Paperback, 384 pages
German language
Published Feb. 1, 2003 by Goldmann.
Nineteenth in the Discworld universe and third entry of the City Watch series, this novel follows Captain Carrot, Commander Vimes, and the rest of the Night Watch as they attempt to unravel the mystery of who poisoned Lord Vetinari the Patrician.
Eines meiner Lieblings-Scheibenwelt-Bücher bisher (habe noch nicht alle gelesen)
Pratchett spielt wunderbar mit den ganzen Fantasy-Klischees, und dazu noch ein spannender Krimi.
Oh God. This smells of the "where does sentience and/or civil rights begin with made things" debate. I can feel my blood boiling already. IF YOU'RE ASKING THE QUESTION THEY ALREADY DESERVE RIGHTS KABLAH
...I love Sam Vimes. Pity he's married. And, you know, fictitious. But I love this man.
read 2/9/13
reread 5/31/13
I have attempted several passes at this review. They touch on the qualities of this particular book, but they then veer off into other topics. And in that veering, they feel woefully inadequate.
The book itself has at least six characters so well-drawn, interesting, and compelling that they make me viscerally angry. It has a plot which feels like a carefully-constructed thoroughly-British fair-play mystery of the first order, except that it simultaneously feels like said plot exists solely as a mannequin which the author drapes with hilarious jokes, questionable puns, and interesting anecdotes from the fictional city that he's built with such attention to detail that I sometimes consider Ankh-Morpork to be realer than, say, San Jose.
In conclusion, a brief story [a:Neil Gaiman|1221698|Neil Gaiman|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1234150163p2/1221698.jpg] tells about [a:Terry Pratchett|1654|Terry Pratchett|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1235562205p2/1654.jpg], on his website:
One night, a year later, he finished a novel, with a hundred words still to go, …
I have attempted several passes at this review. They touch on the qualities of this particular book, but they then veer off into other topics. And in that veering, they feel woefully inadequate.
The book itself has at least six characters so well-drawn, interesting, and compelling that they make me viscerally angry. It has a plot which feels like a carefully-constructed thoroughly-British fair-play mystery of the first order, except that it simultaneously feels like said plot exists solely as a mannequin which the author drapes with hilarious jokes, questionable puns, and interesting anecdotes from the fictional city that he's built with such attention to detail that I sometimes consider Ankh-Morpork to be realer than, say, San Jose.
In conclusion, a brief story [a:Neil Gaiman|1221698|Neil Gaiman|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1234150163p2/1221698.jpg] tells about [a:Terry Pratchett|1654|Terry Pratchett|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1235562205p2/1654.jpg], on his website:
One night, a year later, he finished a novel, with a hundred words still to go, so he put a piece of paper into his typewriter, and wrote a hundred words of the next novel.
