“No, what he didn’t like about heroes was that they were usually suicidally gloomy when sober and homicidally insane when drunk.”
Why: This absolutely kills us to admit, but we… Wow, this is more difficult than we thought... We just don’t get what all the hoopla’s about. Yes, it’s hilarious that The Color of Magic is set on a disk balanced on the back of three elephants, all balancing on a giant turtle. And the footnote technique utilized is almost always funny, but… We may very well be the only 2 people within the literary fantasy community that didn’t like this book, which is just bizarre considering only one of us has actually read the novel.
Okay, we’ll stop apologizing for our tastes. On the surface, The Color of Magic seemed like a literary match made in heaven. We envisioned long walks on the beach together and late night rendezvous under the bed covers (with the lights on). This novel has everything: Wizards with questionable talents, upside-down mountain ranges and heroic enchanted luggage trunks. Even Zephyrus, one of the gods controlling the fate of the main characters is a hoot considering that he holds the power over slight breezes. Unfortunately for us, the honeymoon only lasted halfway through page 14. For whatever reason we got lost in the overly zany plot and the humor missed its target.
All that being said, we’re determined to press ahead. Terry Pratchett’s written close to a zillion novels about the Discworld and maybe our second visit will be the charm. Plus we’ve already committed to reading Mort in the 2nd challenge.
Editor’s Note: Our European reader’s should please be aware that this review is actually referring to The Colour of Magic. Sorry for any confusion.