I believe that this is the thirtieth entry in the Discworld series, and that means that Pratchett has been publishing more than one title a year on average. I understand that he’s slowed down a bit more recently, but the guy’s a publishing phenomenon.
This time around we meet Moist von Lipwig, who’s a cheat and a conman who’s facing a death sentence. At the last minute, he gets a secret reprieve in return for being put in charge of the Post Office in Ankh-Morpork. We meet a lively gaggle of characters and some awfully evil ones too.
As usual Pratchett has peopled his world with characters all too close to those that we know in our world, and it doesn’t exactly take a giant leap to see the similarities between businesses and behaviours in Discworld and those in our own.
A great novel, and another reminder that I really really definitely should get around to reading some more of the other twenty-nine or so novels in the series.