(Discworld Novel 22)
The twenty-second Discworld novel explores a country something like Australia.
This is the Discworld’s last continent, a completely separate creation.
It’s hot. It’s dry... very dry. There was this thing once called the Wet, which no-one now believes in.
Practically everything that’s not poisonous is venomous. But it’s the best bloody place in the world, all right?
And it’ll die in a few days, except... Who is this hero striding across the red desert? Champion sheep shearer, horse rider, road warrior, beer drinker, bush ranger and someone who’ll even eat a Meat Pie Floater when he’s sober? A man in a hat, whose Luggage follows him on little legs, who’s about to change history by preventing a swagman stealing a jumbuck by a billabong?
Yes... all this place has between itself and wind-blown doom is Rincewind, the inept wizard who can’t even spell wizard. He’s the only hero left. Still... no worries, eh?
THE LAST CONTINENT is the twenty-second in Terry Pratchett’s phenomenally successful Discworld series. Terry Pratchett would like it to be known that THE LAST CONTINENT is not a book about Australia, it’s just vaguely Australian.
“A cross between Tolkien and a gentler, more benign Tom Sharpe.”
“Delightful...gleeful and downright mischevious. The pleasures on the page are so quirkily seductive. Puts one in mind of one of the greatest comic writers of them all PG Wodehouse'”
“A minor masterpiece. I laughed somuch I fell from my armchair'”
“The humour sparkles as brightly as ever'”
“'Pratchett's humour takes logic past the point of absurdity and round again, but it is his unexpected insights into the human morality that make the Discworld series stand out'”
Times Literary Supplement