Saturday, October 27, 2018

Book Excerpt for the Day


    Poets have tried to describe Ankh-Morpork.  They have failed.  Perhaps it’s the sheer zestful vitality of the place, or maybe it’s just that a city with a million inhabitants and no sewers is rather robust for poets, who prefer daffodils and no wonder.  So let’s just say that Ankh-Morpork is as full of life as an old cheese on a hot day, as loud as a curse in a cathedral, as bright as an oil slick, as colorful as a bruise and as full of activity, industry, bustle and sheer exuberant busyness as a dead dog on a termite mound.


    (from Mort by Terry Pratchett)

     8½*/10.  The full review is here.
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