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It's Midsummer Night-no time for dreaming. Because sometimes, when there's more than one reality at play, too much dreaming can make the walls between them come tumbling down. And there's usually a damned good reason for there being walls between them in the first place-to keep things out. Things who want to make mischief and play havoc with the natural order. Granny Weatherwax and her tiny coven are up against real elves. And even in a world of dwarfs, wizards, trolls, Morris dancers and the odd orang-utan, this is going to cause real trouble. With lots of hey-nonny-nonny and blood all over the place.… (meer)
Waar Pratchett het blijft halen weet ik niet, maar deze nieuwe episode in het leven van de heksen van Lancre is weer even hilarisch als altijd.
Kern van het verhaal is de krachtmeting tussen Granny Weatherwax en de koningin van de elfen. Als de grens tussen de werelden dunner wordt, ziet de beeldschone maar haarscherpe elfenkoningin haar kans schoon om opnieuw amok te komen maken samen met haar hofhouding van Lords en Ladies. Dat is echter buiten Granny Weatherwax en haar twee collega-heksen gerekend. Met de hulp van de eeuwig optimistische Nanny Ogg (en haar onwaarschijnlijke aanbidder Casanunda, de op één na beste lover ter wereld), van de gefrustreerde bijna-koningin Magrat en haar helm-met-pluimen (niet te geloven wat het pantser van een onbestaande krijgster-koningin met iemands zachte karakter doet :-)) en een heleboel bijen schopt Esme Weatherwax de koningin terug van haar erf.
Wie niet houdt van lachrimpels, houdt zich beter ver van dit veertiende deel in de Discworld-serie. Al de anderen zetten zich best al schrap voor een fikse dosis schuddebuiken. ( )
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Now read on . . . When does it start? There are very few starts.
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In front of her [Nanny Ogg] the cat Greebo, glad to be home again, lay on his back with all four paws in the air, doing his celebrated something-found-in-the-gutter impersonation.
'I learned my craft from Nanny Gripes,' said Granny Weatherwax, 'who learned it from Goody Heggety, who got it from Nanna Plumb, who was taught it by Black Aliss, who --'
'So what you're saying is,' said Diamanda, loading the words into the sentence like cartridges in a chamber, 'that no one has actually learned anything new?'
Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder. Elves are marvelous. They cause marvels. Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies. Elves are glamorous. They project glamour. Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment. Elves are terrific. They beget terror. The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning. No one ever said elves are nice.
Much human ingenuity has gone into finding the ultimate Before. The current state of knowledge can be summarized thus: In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded. Other theories about the ultimate start involve gods creating the universe out of the ribs, entrails, and testicles of their father. ** There are quite a lot of these. They are interesting, not for what they tell you about cosmology, but for what they say about people.
People think that they live life as a moving dot traveling from the Past into the Future, with memory streaming out behind them like some kind of mental cometary tail. But memory spreads out in front as well as behind. It’s just that most humans aren’t good at dealing with it, and so it arrives as premonitions, forebodings, intuitions, and hunches. Witches are good at dealing with it, and to suddenly find a blank where these tendrils of the future should be has much the same effect on a witch as emerging from a cloud bank and seeing a team of sherpas looking down on him does on an airline pilot.
Witches can generally come to terms with what actually is, instead of insisting on what ought to be.
Technically, a cat locked in a box may be alive or it may be dead. You never know until you look. In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.
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And from the empty hillside, only the silence of the elves.
It's Midsummer Night-no time for dreaming. Because sometimes, when there's more than one reality at play, too much dreaming can make the walls between them come tumbling down. And there's usually a damned good reason for there being walls between them in the first place-to keep things out. Things who want to make mischief and play havoc with the natural order. Granny Weatherwax and her tiny coven are up against real elves. And even in a world of dwarfs, wizards, trolls, Morris dancers and the odd orang-utan, this is going to cause real trouble. With lots of hey-nonny-nonny and blood all over the place.
Kern van het verhaal is de krachtmeting tussen Granny Weatherwax en de koningin van de elfen. Als de grens tussen de werelden dunner wordt, ziet de beeldschone maar haarscherpe elfenkoningin haar kans schoon om opnieuw amok te komen maken samen met haar hofhouding van Lords en Ladies. Dat is echter buiten Granny Weatherwax en haar twee collega-heksen gerekend. Met de hulp van de eeuwig optimistische Nanny Ogg (en haar onwaarschijnlijke aanbidder Casanunda, de op één na beste lover ter wereld), van de gefrustreerde bijna-koningin Magrat en haar helm-met-pluimen (niet te geloven wat het pantser van een onbestaande krijgster-koningin met iemands zachte karakter doet :-)) en een heleboel bijen schopt Esme Weatherwax de koningin terug van haar erf.
Wie niet houdt van lachrimpels, houdt zich beter ver van dit veertiende deel in de Discworld-serie. Al de anderen zetten zich best al schrap voor een fikse dosis schuddebuiken. ( )