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And that anger, it seems to me, is about Terry’s underlying sense of what is fair and what is not. It is that sense of fairness that underlies Terry’s work and his writing, and it’s what drove him from school to journalism to the press office of the SouthWestern Electricity Board to the position of being one of the best-loved and bestselling writers in the world.

‘Any Terry Pratchett book is a small miracle’ … Photograph: Frank Martin
It’s the same sense of fairness that means that, sometimes in the cracks, while writing about other things, he takes time to punctiliously acknowledge his influences – Alan Coren, for example, who pioneered so many of the techniques of short humour that Terry and I have filched over the years; or the glorious, overstuffed, heady thing that is Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase and Fable and its compiler, the Rev E Cobham Brewer, that most serendipitious of authors. Terry once wrote an introduction to Brewer’s and it made me smile – we would call each other up in delight whenever we discovered a book by Brewer we had not seen before (“’Ere!’ Have you already got a copy of Brewer’s A Dictionary of Miracles: Imitative, Realistic and Dogmatic?”)

Terry’s authorial voice is always Terry’s: genial, informed, sensible, drily amused. I suppose that, if you look quickly and are not paying attention, you might, perhaps, mistake it for jolly. But beneath any jollity there is a foundation of fury. Terry Pratchett is not one to go gentle into any night, good or otherwise.

He will rage, as he leaves, against so many things: stupidity, injustice, human foolishness and shortsightedness, not just the dying of the light. And, hand in hand with the anger, like an angel and a demon walking into the sunset, there is love: for human beings, in all our fallibility; for treasured objects; for stories; and ultimately and in all things, love for human dignity.

Or to put it another way, anger is the engine that drives him, but it is the greatness of spirit that deploys that anger on the side of the angels, or better yet for all of us, the orangutans.


Riddles of the Sphinx pt 1


Riddles of the Sphinx pt 1

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Do you ever meet girls in real life and think “yes you are the kind of strong female the media needs” because I do. Almost every day. Almost as if “strong females” in media should be, like, akin to real women. Not idealised caricatures of ‘bad-assery’ and under developed, over used story lines. Huh. Hmm. Interesting. 

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redcurlygurl asked - "How is it that you have always told yourself it is worth it? Your art, how can you take yourself seriously when it's not great in the beginning? How can you say "Yes, I can do this. I can have the career if my dreams?" Low self-worth = lost artist"


Because I love history, and I believe in the weight of all those stories: thousands and thousands of beloved artists who started out mediocre.

The past is full of people who weren’t great, who were doing nothing of import, who made art that wouldn’t last. It’s spattered with people, too, who were the best and brightest — geniuses and visionaries.

In the end, history doesn’t care if you were part of the latter group or the former. History only cares if you were one of the ones who dared: that is brilliance, and anyone can shoot for it.

It’s a backpack.
(so wrong.)

It’s a backpack.
(so wrong.)

book shopping

I read for honest voices

I guess I need to find a different (english-speaking?) country, and read their sci-fi by women authors

(explanation-of-sorts): I like sci-fi, and future people, etc, and am compelled toward women’s voices, but those rarely intersect,… also, westerish culture taints everything
and I’m tired of listening to entitled whiteboys and sellout bottleblondes… but too lazy to go picking out individual authors that break the mold. I guess I’m dreaming of this magical fairy country where people write about the future without their heads actually in the clouds instead of all the way up their own asses.

and dammit, now I can’t tell whether I’ve talked myself completely into or out of ever writing scifi.

#(write the books you want to read)
#(who said that) (or something along those lines)
#(maybe I made it up)
#(maybe it’s maybelline)

So pouffy!

Dress shopping


do you ever reblog something specifically for someone on your dash and they reblog it from you and youre all


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I laugh so much at those homophobes who are into literature and classic stuff because like hey you’re into michelangelo? gAY. you like Virginia Woolf books? totally leSBO. you think oscar wilde is modernist and agree with his philosophies? gAY. you like the iliad? greek mythology? any era of history tbh? GAY GAY TRIPLE GAY. everything you love is covered in gay. all the great writers and musicians and artists you admire were queer as all hell hAH

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He tried it with Dumbledore once and the man laughed so hard it almost worked, but then McGonagall came around the corner. Sirius brags until his dying day that he once seduced Dumbledore himself.

James never actually believes him until one day Sirius gives Dumbledore this huge dramatic wink and then Dumbledore winks back.

James stands up and walks out of the great hall.

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Here’s the thing: if you say what YOU mean, that leaves it open to the other person to just honestly say what THEY mean. aaand they are more likely to respond in kind.
the world is still a better place
because there is at least ONE person trying to communicate honestly.
(that means you). Don’t leave it up to the next person.