Hogfather by Terry Pratchett (1996) 432 p.
Discworld #20 (Death #4)


Okay, obviously I meant to read this one around Christmas, but lots of other patrons of my various online library services had the same idea. But for those of you in the northern hemisphere who are still in the bleak-holiday free stretch of winter that comes after New Year’s but before the first gasp of sunrise in spring, perhaps it feels more seasonally appropriate. (When I remember winter from the year I lived in London, it’s not the cold that comes to mind, but the dark – that overwhelmingly depressing darkness, the sun just slinking along the horizon, the shadows always long.)

Hogswatchnight is the Discworld’s version of Christmas and New Year wrapped up together, the name clearly inspired by Scottish Hogmanay. The patron saint is not Father Christmas but rather the Hogfather, who rides a sleigh pulled by four fat hairy hogs and whose association with meat and sausages speaks to older, darker, Mitteleuropan pagan rites: predators in the forest, blood on the snow, sacrifice to bring the springtime. As we know by now, belief on the Discworld is a very powerful thing, so even if people’s beliefs have changed over the centuries, the Hogfather is still around.

Until one Hogswatchnight he’s not. The Assassin’s Guild of Ankh-Morpork has been issued a very peculiar contract, and to carry it out they dispatch one of their dangerously gifted young assassins, the visibly insane Mr Teatime. My most distinct memories of this book are the creativity of this story thread (thinner than I recall, and in fact not really coming into play until the third act) as Teatime assembles a small gang of thugs and takes them… somewhere strange, where the sky doesn’t seem to meet the horizon and the trees and water don’t look quite right. Slowly figuring out what this place is, and precisely how Teatime plans to assassinate a magical figure of myth, is really great. It’s a brilliant piece of plotting which Pratchett could only do a) in a fantasy series, where most readers probably know this old trick of magic folklore, and b) in his fantasy series, where he has spent multiple books exploring the nature of belief and reality.

Death steps into the role of Hogfather to attempt to keep the myth going while also encouraging his granddaughter Susan to investigate what’s happening. Susan is a fine character but it’s Death as always who really shines, from the wonderful jokes that naturally stem from him taking on this unconventional role, to the sense of frisson that flows from seeing Death – with his odd affection for humanity – step up into the role of investigator, protector and saviour. The Death books have always been some of the Discworld’s best, largely because Death himself is simply one of Pratchett’s best characters.

Next up is Jingo, one of the very best books in the series.

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