There is always cause for celebration when a new Discworld novel arrives. Snuff features Commander Sam Vines, taking a vacation with Lady Sybil and young Sam to her ancestral home in the country. Not that Commander Vimes wanted a vacation, especially a country holiday, with trees, animals, fresh air and strange country noises unfamiliar to a city dweller. But never fear, soon a corpse will appear and Sam’s vacation will turn into an investigation full of goblins, magic, murder, kidnapping, and poo. Yes, poo. For while Inspector Vimes is investigating the murder of a Goblin girl, young Sam is deep into poo. He has met a children’s author who writes about the different kinds of poo, and young Sam is delighted to find that the country affords many examples of his new infatuation, ready for sample collection. So while Commander Vimes fights Goblin prejudice and a bit of smuggling by local pirates, young Sam is armed with a bucket and considerable determination to collect samples of the local forest creatures' scat, secretly (well, not so secretly) wishing for an encounter with an elephant. What else can I say except enjoy! --LNT
At long last, Lady Sybil has lured her husband, Sam Vimes, on a well-deserved holiday away from the crime and grime of Ankh-Morpork. But for the commander of the City Watch, a vacation in the country is anything but relaxing. The balls, the teas, the muck—not to mention all that fresh air and birdsong—are more than a bit taxing on a cynical city-born and -bred copper.
Yet a policeman will find a crime anywhere if he decides to look hard enough, and it's not long before a body is discovered, and Sam—out of his jurisdiction, out of his element, and out of bacon sandwiches (thanks to his well-meaning wife)—must rely on his instincts, guile, and street smarts to see justice done. As he sets off on the chase, though, he must remember to watch where he steps. . . . This is the countryside, after all, and the streets most definitely are not paved with gold.
“In short, this is as busy and as daft as any other Discworld yarn, which means it is the quintessence of daft. Nobody writes fantasy funnier than Pratchett.”
“This account of Unseen University’s entry into the world of soccer (or, as they occasionally call it, “foot-the-ball”) pushes past the usual conventions of satire to offer equal parts absurdist philosophy and heartwarming romance....A witty addition to the long-running fantasy series”
“A triumphant effort.”
“Like Pratchett, [narrator Stephen Briggs] loves the comic rhythm, sound, and very taste of words-just for their own sake. So order up a tuna-spaghetti-jam sandwich (with sprinkles) and be prepared for a wonderful time.”
“Thirty-seven books in and ... Discworld is still going strong...and doing so with undimmed, triumphant exuberance. ”
“…[SNUFF is a] lively outing, complete with sly shout-outs to Jane Austen and gritty police procedurals.”
“The humor is sharp and the characters are charming, and the plight of the goblins creates moments of genuine pathos that are the highlight of the book.”
“In the history of comic fantasy, Mr. Pratchett has no equals for invention or for range. ”
“Series followers will delight in this latest entry. . . . Pratchett’s fun, irreverent-seeming story line masks a larger discussion of social inequalities and the courage it takes to stand up for the voiceless.”
“Funny, of course, but with plenty of hard edges; and, along with the excellent lessons in practical police work, genuine sympathy for the ordinary copper’s lot. A treat no fan of Discworld—and there are boatloads of them—will want to miss.”