Twoflower was a tourist, one of the worst kind, the one who wants to live all the adventures without considering the consequences, which all goes to scrap with his demon picture box. He is accompanied by his luggage legs, which keeps a heap of gold for incidental charges.
Rincewind is a failed magician, totally missed a coward but still endearing and resourceful.
And when the two meet, one that guides the other, their adventures in this world drive with blows of barbarian treasure hunter hero, transparent dragons, god of destiny and death that is desperately trying to them, will shine in the firmament of the absurd and goofy.
The prologue on quick view of the world-record (for the record a flat world supported by elephants themselves on a turtle that sail in space), announces the color, the eighth color to be precise, the Octarine, the color of imagination, the color of magic. The book did not go for the prize of serious fantasy. From wacky you want? From wacky you.
This first opus is clutter certainly filled with such strange discoveries as each other, very imaginative, but very clutter.
And the main question remains ... Are we getting fed? Well, unfortunately not. Everything came together to pay for a good slice of poilade like the great H2G2 Adams, but ultimately, it is scattered in all directions, sometimes we lose, we still appreciate the imagination of author, but we do not laugh (well not me).
That's a lot of blame for a title that many consider a monument of fantasy, but it seems it's worst of all, so hopefully some smiles with the following volume: The Light Fantastic.
