In Memoriam Sir Terry Pratchett

So, the generations that have been touched by Discworld are in mourning now.
A news about one of the most prolific fantasy writer's death just broke.
Farewell, Sir Terry Pratchett.

You have shown an admirable tenacity and - may I say - stubbornness by keep producing brilliant works in spite of your Alzheimer disease. I've just read some of your books. They are amazing. Touching. They have a big role in forming my character and lifting my spirit when I was down... So many advice hidden in your books. 

I like the cranky Granny Weatherwax. She is one of my personal heroines. I remember her moments of strength and weaknesses all too well. When she persisted in fighting against the Fairy Queen... When she was feeling too weak... When she was training the young witch from Chalk... And so many, so many episodes that leave a strong impression for a young girl.

My favourite Esme Weatherwax quote is

"There's no grays, only white that's got grubby. I'm surprised you don't know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people like things. Including yourself. That's what sin is." - Carpe Jugulum

And I am also a big fan of Adora Belle Dearheart. Don't let this sweet-sounding name fool you. 

She is dangerous enough.

She is a brave woman that can hold herself up.She is not afraid of investigating her brother's death teaming with a well-known con-man and succeeded in not getting fleeced or any. Kudos for Adora. And she steadily gets more position. Head of a clanks company, activist of gargoyle rights... you name it. 

I find myself enjoy books that have Tiffany Aching quite immensely. As an aspiring young witch, she is willing to work hard. I was a bit disappointed when she didn't end up with the baron's son, but in the end she gets a better bargain, in my opinion. 

And reading books about Death is never boring. From the stern, completely inhuman and incapable of sympathy and empathy (first Rincewind books), he is slowly transformed to someone who is willing to find an apprentice (Mort), a father, and a grandfather. He is shown to be a character who tries to understand humanity but is unable to fully grasp it. From his house which is just plain wrong ("It's bigger inside than the outside."), the color scheme (B&W), to the appliances and accessories in the house (the soap that doesn't bubble, doorknobs that don't work). He has a cute side though - whoever had heard of Death who rides a  white, shining stallion named Binky??? Binky. His vulnerable side is also shown in Reaper Man. He is often used as a vessel to tell important messages in books. The thing is... he is a compassionate psychopomp. When I meet my end, I would like him to be my psychopomp or my psychopomp to be like him, either way is fine. 

I adore Sam Vimes as well. He has ghosts and vices, and he is in constant struggle to live a balanced life and being a good man. In some ways, I can identify him as me. 

I cannot say any good things about Rincewind, though. Sorry, Sir Terry. Amongst your creations, he is the only one I cannot abide AT ALL.

Your books have helped forming me into today's me. I cannot say that today's me is a fine, fine creature, but I think today's me will be a worse creature without those books. And it helps my English a lot as well. Looking forward for another Discworld book, or actually, any new book by you, has been another motivation for me to rise everyday and do my stuff.

I think, it is time to end this narrative. I am running out of narrativium already.

Farewell again, Sir Terry Pratchett. Goodbye.

I hope if you get any psychopomp, then it is the one whom you have told us about in your books. I shall miss your works dearly. But as I have said, in memoriam. You shall be in my memory, ever. That, I can promise.

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