Posted on | July 22, 2009 | 5 Comments
Photos of the solar eclipse:
In India, millions gathered in open spaces from the west coast to the northern plains, with clouds parting in some cities at dawn – just before the total eclipse.
story: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/8161578.stm
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A realistic review by E A Lovitt:
I'm a huge Discworld fan and enjoyed "Making Money," which is a continuation of "Going Postal," but I couldn't quite shake the feeling that Terry Pratchett wrote this latest installment on automatic, or else got a golem to write it for him. All of the right characters are included---some like Death in cameo roles, and others like Lord Vetinari, almost too visible (a little of Ankh-Morpork's Patrician goes a long way). It's got all of the right standing, falling, and knocking-people-down-with-ladders jokes, plus Punes, or plays on words. But for a Discworld novel, "Making Money" lacks Pratchett's usual shoot-from-the-hip-and-mouth-and-other-body-parts originality. Maybe Moist von Lipwig, former Postmaster General and current trouble-shooter at the Royal Mint, is too slight a character to have the weight of two Discworld novels resting on his shoulders. Maybe his antics at the Mint are too similar to his antics at the Post Office. Or maybe it's because I can't stand his girlfriend, Adora Belle---Gladys the Golem has a nicer personality. Heck, the villain, Cosmo Lavish has a nicer personality, which is another one of this book's problems. We don't have a villain we can really hate. I spent the last half of the novel worrying about whether Cosmo's thumb would fall off, not whether he would succeed in replacing the Patrician at Ankh-Morpork's grubby helm.It's an offer you can't refuse. Who would not to wish to be the man in charge of Ankh-Morpork's Royal Mint and the bank next door? It's a job for life. But, as former con-man Moist von Lipwig is learning, the life is not necessarily for long. The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire. There's something nameless in the cellar (and the cellar itself is pretty nameless), it turns out that the Royal Mint runs at a loss. A 300 year old wizard is after his girlfriend, he's about to be exposed as a fraud, but the Assassins Guild might get him first. In fact lot of people want him dead. Oh. And every day he has to take the Chairman for walkies. Everywhere he looks he's making enemies. What he should be doing is ...Making Money!
books Making Money – Terry Pratchett home
August 5th, 2009 @ 4:43 pm
i missed this. next time we need an alert. can ggogle do that?
August 6th, 2009 @ 8:01 pm
I did see this I am saying. It is the work of the goddess Sniffnu. As is required, I dance backwards around a fresh pile of the goat dung while chanting OOOOMMM, PADMAAYA, OOOOM. You then do sleep on the dung pile overnight. Great the giftings now await me from Sniffnu!
August 7th, 2009 @ 7:09 am
the goddess sniffnu – i've never herd of it. is it a goat?
August 10th, 2009 @ 3:24 pm
Under the advanced study you might one day be learned of the many gods of India.
August 10th, 2009 @ 3:32 pm
o bbuuggerr (is that one?)