(Discworld Novel 18)
The eighteenth Discworld novel.
'Cracking dialogue, compelling illogic and unchained whimsy . . .' Sunday Times
The Discworld is very much like our own - if our own were to consist of a flat planet balanced on the back of four elephants which stand on the back of a giant turtle, that is . . .
What sort of person sits down and writes a maniacal laugh? And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head. Opera can do that to a man . . .
It can also bring Death. And plenty of it. In unpleasant variations.
This isn't real life - it's worse. This is the Opera House, Ankh-Morpork . . . a huge, rambling building where innocent young sopranos are being targeted by a strangely familiar evil mastermind in a mask and evening dress and with a penchant for lurking in shadows and occasional murder.
But Granny Weatherwax, Discworld's most formidable witch, is in the audience. And she doesn't hold with that sort of thing. There's going to be trouble (but nevertheless a good evenin's entertainment with murders you can really hum to) and the show MUST go on.
The Discworld novels can be read in any order but Maskerade is the fifth book in the Witches series.
“'Pratchett is as funny as Wodehouse and as witty as Waugh'”
“'The great Terry Pratchett, whose wit is metaphysical, who creates an energetic and lively secondary world, who has a multifarious genius for strong parody ... who deals with death with startling originality. Who writes amazing sentences'”
New York Times
“'Like Jonathan Swift, Pratchett uses his other world to hold up a distorting mirror to our own, and like Swift he is a satirist of enormous talent ... incredibly funny ... compulsively readable'”
“'Cracking dialogue, compelling illogic and unchained whimsy...Pratchett has a subject and a style that is very much his own'”
“'Entertaining and gloriously funny'”