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25 June 2011

Making Money

Terry Pratchett lives in his own world, Disc, which neatly mirrors or even presages our universe in this reality, while slyly poking fun at everything here by making it commonplace there.

Making Money was first published on 1 October 2008.  That means he must have written it at least one year before, at least six months before the cracks in the world economic system began to show (although predicted by contrarians skeptical of the "new paradigm").

In the book, our hero Moist von Lipwig is bored with his position as Postmaster General, so bored that he has taken (literally) to scaling the walls to break into his own post office, to which he has all the keys.  His appointment to the position was not sought, but offered by someone who recognized Moist's sense of self-preservation, continuous need for rewarding challenge and most of all, genius for imagining and then, implementing the unthinkable.  During his tenure, he has already turned the post office into an efficient, popular operation and its stamps, a trusted, popular form of substitute currency as well as some coveted and ever increasingly valuable collectibles.  In fact, his stamps are better than gold!

And now, his "angel," the dreaded and all-powerful "Tyrant of Ankh-Morpork" Lord Vetinari has another offer Moist can't refuse:  Reform the Mint.  Popularize the Bank.  Circulate the Money.

(I won't use exclamation points, as that is one punctuation mark that Moist hates -- "hate[s] its manic, desperate cheeriness," in re: the mug of tea on which is printed You Don't Have to Be Mad to Work Here But It Helps!  It tickles me pink (as it would Lynne Truss, author of Eats, Shoots and Leaves) that Moist is the kind of man who absentmindedly picks up a thick black pen and drew a comma in the proper place.)  (I might also take this moment to mention bookavore (Stephanie Anderson of WordBrooklyn, NY)'s Twitter profile, which says, "Don't judge me by my exclamation points." [sic -- sentence is finished with a period, not an exclamation point])