Can Captain Carrot muster the Watch to save the City again?,
By A Customer
This review is from: Feet of Clay: Complete & Unabridged (Discworld Novels) (Audio Cassette)
Picture, if you will, a stellar sky, sparkling with billions of stars like glimmering diamonds in a peat bog. And there, in the midst of it is something huge, wonderful and totally impossible - the Discworld, mounted on the back of four elephants, each the size of a Sci-Fi writer's space station, while they themselves balance precariously on the back of Great A'tuin, the Star Turtle. Completely believable, isn't it?!! The eye is drawn to the sparkling, picturesque world gently spinning there, a world filled with flora and fauna that defy the boundaries of reality, like talking trees, elves, gnomes dwarves and the obligatory human, wizards that actually 'do' some magic (allegedly), wooden chests that sprout thousands of little legs, defies the space-time continuum and has a masachistic nature to boot, and so on. And how could such a world exist without Magic? Well, it couldn't! This, the third of the City Watch novels, pits Vimes, Carrot and their motley crew against the trials and tribulations of equal opportunities within the Watch and the recruitment of watch 'men' from other walks of life. Including dwarves and trolls (sworn blood enemies), the University librarian (a monkey... whoops ..ape), zombies, vampires and other members of the 'uundead' community, (and Constable Angua, recruited to represent women in the Watch, but also holds up the undead count as a clandestine werewolf). Under the watchful eye of Corporal Nobbs, the ultimate speciesist, they are thrown into the maelstrom that is the Watch. But suddenly, they have more pressing business on their hands, the murder of a respected dwarf within the community and a suspiciously spotless workshop leads Carrot (an adopted dwarf himself, despite being over six feet tall!)and Vimes into a hunt that takes them high and low and, as is more often, to other murder scenes. But friction is running high in the city. The dwarves accuse the trolls and the trolls retaliate by trying to stamp on them! Old feuds resurface and the watch have got all out war on their hands, again! And then there are the Gollums, those strange unearthly (or rather extremely earthy, being made of clay) servants who are driven by the words put in their heads. Why are they suddenly committing suicide? Has the work become too much for them or is there a more macabre reason behind it? Has it anything to do with the traces of whitish clay found at the murder scene? Carrot, moved by his dwarfish upbringing and his opinion (naive or otherwise) that every one is essentially innocent, throws himself into the mystery with all the vim and vigour that the people of Ankh Morpork (the Disc's biggest sewerage farm disguised as a city) have come to expect from this, their community copper, the man who can remember all their names and speak their languages as though he had been born in each of their respective countries. Completely in keeping with all of Pratchett's Diskworld novels, Feet of Clay is ouutrageously amusing and wonderfully witty, taking so many of our own situations and turning them on their heads (or whichever part of their anatomy is topmost!) He adopts a popular myth from European folklore and plunges it into the lunacy that is inherently Discworld.
Once more, Terry uses his astonishing wit, his incredible literary mind and his warped sense of humour to create another exceptionally funny addition to the increasing biography of the Disc. But beware, this book is not for anyone who is recently recovering from cracked ribs, as you are likely to land yourself back in hospital! Lock yourself in your room (preferably sound-proof) before you start to read this or any other Discworld novel, because once you start, any one within earshot will be screaming at you to stop giggling! I know, I've still got the scars!
As always, Terry draws upon all of his wit and sarcastic humour to bring together a novel of hilarious proportions. With cleverly integrated references to the quirks and disfunctionalities of ourselves and our own world, Terry perfectly draws the analogy between the Disc and the Earth so that you never know what to expect, because anything goes. But there again, in a world that is flown through space mounted on the backs of four enormous elephants, who themselves stand on the back of a vast galactic space turtle, what more do you expect?!!