You buy the cast recording, you read Gaston Leroux’s original gothic classic, you cry over the injustice to the source material that is RoseBlood and yet, you are desperate for more. You have now found yourself in a new fandom. Let me paint the picture: it’s 2018 and you have just watched the glory and mess of feels that is the 25th anniversary performance of the Phantom of the Opera at the Royal Albert Hall on dvd.
I was first drawn to the world of the disc through the Phantom of the Opera. Basically, you can jump into the series with any book that strikes your fancy and still understand the abundance of wit and humor in it’s entirety. You know, just minus the “wizzards”, witches and dragons. Characters pop in for cameos and cliches are parodied as Terry comments on issues and ideas very much relevant to our own society. Instead, the Discworld novels are comedic fantasy adventures that run almost parallel to each other, with common themes and motifs. Unlike Harry Potter, you will find that even if you start your Discworld journey at The Colour of Magic, the plot does not continue and stretch across the other forty one (yes – forty one) installments. See, the thing about the Discworld novels is that they aren’t so much a series than a collection of mini-series and stand-alone novels set in the same universe. The Discworld Collectors Library editions with their minimalist covers and bright colours line my shelves, I have the Discworld map, the Complete Discworld Atlas and the Ankh-Morpork City Guide but I haven’t read the original Discworld book? I know what you must be thinking – What!?! Okay, here it is – although I am obsessed with the Discworld series, I have never actually read the first installment, the one where it all began The Colour of Magic. The late Sir Terry Pratchett must be rolling in his grave because I have something to tell you. This is where it all begins – with the tourist Twoflower and his wizard guide, Rincewind. The Color of Magic is Terry Pratchett’s maiden voyage through the now-legendary land of Discworld. There’s an avaricious but inept wizard, a naive tourist whose luggage moves on hundreds of dear little legs, dragons who only exist if you believe in them, and of course THE EDGE of the planet… On a world in a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, a gleeful, explosive, wickedly eccentric expedition sets out. Travelling through space supported on the back of a giant turtle (sex unknown), the unique realm known as the Discworld is about to face an unimaginable threat: its first tourist.
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