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Rhianna Pratchett Remembers Her Father Terry: "He Didn't Teach Me Magic, He Showed Me"

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If you haven’t already read the tribute to Terry Pratchett by his daughter Rhianna that was posted over the weekend, drop everything and read it now. It’s moving, and brilliant, and gives you a renewed appreciation for one of fantasy’s best authors.


Here’s my favorite bit:

Dad was someone who committed to the narrative of a situation rather more than the practicality. So he would wrap me up and take me out of bed in the middle of the night to show me the glow-worms in the hedge or Halley’s Comet blazing across a star-filled sky. For him, his daughter seeing these marvels of nature was much more important than sleeping, which I could do any time. He didn’t teach me magic, he showed me it.


But the whole thing is gold. Go read it. Now. [The Guardian via SFSignal]

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I have this best friend at work and for Christmas I got him a copy of Guards! Guards! since I kept talking Pratchett up and he had no idea where to start. Today he came to my cube, the book finished, and heaped praises upon it. Armed with a list I gave him of a reading order, he went to B&N on his lunch break and bought a bunch more.

It felt so good to see the joy Pratchett brings on someone’s face. To spend a half hour going over the genius of just one book and being thrilled because my coworker has no idea the greatness that awaits him. He got a little alarmed when I got choked up talking about Pratchett and how much he meant to me, but after reading it he understood. I said it was like my thoughtful, wonderful grandfather had passed away. It’s a wound that still hasn’t healed.

I still believe I’m a better human being for reading the Discworld novels and I will continue to shove them into the hands of everyone I know. A man is not dead while his name is still spoken.