i mean, the one thing i took from discworld is that i could exist there, as i am with no compromises and that’s not a thing i usually take away from fantasy settings or really any books. across all forty-something books, the existence of an eastern-european jewish, crippled, gay trans man is like, yeah, that happens. there’s room. the only other settings i can think of that made me feel like i could exist there are, uh, star trek and ian m. banks’s the culture.
also, pterry’s love for the UK and its ordinary people (all of them, not just the white ones that can trace their family back to the norman invasion) is like … really beautiful to behold, i think. it certainly surprised me just how much the UK is discworld. like, it’s not the posh stuff you get in the media usually, it’s like … the real UK, that doesn’t belong to the lord rusts of this world but to the people, the proletariat. (because i think pterry was very much a marxist—you’ll note that ankh-morpork is run partially by guilds and of course going postal and making money are odes to nationalising the fuck out of everything.)
i’m just kind of rambling now, i guess? i’ve been re-reading discworld novels in an attempt to ease myself back into reading regularly. it’s good. it’s emotionally nourishing. it gives me hope, in my own quite difficult situation, that things will be okay.