25 novels in, it would be truly remarkable were Pterry to consistently produce surprises and laughs in the same measure of the heady early days of the Discworld. It becomes almost impossible to view each new addition to the canon objectively, but it is a measure of the series' success in that I still pounce upon each new paperback, and feel reunited with an old, safe friend. The Truth is no exception to the rule, but here, the once familiar streets and characters of Ankh Morpork are viewed through a different pair of eyes. The Watch, when taking centre stage in their own stories are seen as stoic upholders of the law, but here, under the pen of the Disc's first journalist, they appear more sinister, and not necessarily wholly on the side of justice. It's an interesting twist, and Pratchett's previous life with the press has helped inform a clever plot - never high on the belly laughs, but pleasantly distracting, nevertheless. Also mercifully absent was the rushed and confusing conclusion present in so many previous Discworld episodes. Here, the story unfolds with pace, and yet with a clarity of purpose that confirms Pratchett's grasp of the form. Others may bemoan the relative lack of clever puns and in-jokes, but the joy of The Truth lies in the realisation the scope that The Disc gives the author to explore themes and genres. Not classic Disc then, but a pleasant read, and yet another corner of fertile ground explored.