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One thing I love about Pratchett's work is that he has such a way with words, he's able to describe fictional settings in a way that makes them feel real, or if not real, then vivid in such a way that someone reading might instantly realize, "Oh, I know of a place like that". I love this kind of thing.
I came across this description of Ankh-Morpork while reading Mort, and it is just so - well, so Ankh-Morpork, really. It's nice. Especially since settings are so important to me. I find it hard to get invested in a place if I can't get a sense of it, if I can't feel like it's somewhere that could actually exist, even if it doesn't.
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Poets have tried to describe Ankh-Morpork. They have failed. Perhaps it's the sheer zestful vitality of the place, or maybe it's just that a city with a million inhabitants and no sewers is rather robust for poets, who prefer daffodils and no wonder. So let's just say that Ankh-Morpork is as full of life as an old cheese on a hot day, as loud as a curse in a cathedral, as bright as an oil slick, as colourful as a bruise and as full of activity, industry, bustle, and sheer exuberant busyness as a dead dog on a termite mound.
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I came across this description of Ankh-Morpork while reading Mort, and it is just so - well, so Ankh-Morpork, really. It's nice. Especially since settings are so important to me. I find it hard to get invested in a place if I can't get a sense of it, if I can't feel like it's somewhere that could actually exist, even if it doesn't.
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Poets have tried to describe Ankh-Morpork. They have failed. Perhaps it's the sheer zestful vitality of the place, or maybe it's just that a city with a million inhabitants and no sewers is rather robust for poets, who prefer daffodils and no wonder. So let's just say that Ankh-Morpork is as full of life as an old cheese on a hot day, as loud as a curse in a cathedral, as bright as an oil slick, as colourful as a bruise and as full of activity, industry, bustle, and sheer exuberant busyness as a dead dog on a termite mound.
This entry was originally posted at http://yuuago.dreamwidth.org/3388068.html. You can comment here or at the original entry.