Snuff

By Terry Pratchett
I can't believe that anyone who's not brand new to this blog (and if you are, welcome) would have the slightest doubt that a new Discworld book was a joy to behold. Especially given that at some point, probably sooner rather than later, we will be delivered The Final Discworld book. An embuggerance indeed.
So, a new Discworld. A new Sam Vimes story at that. Of course I enjoyed it. Of the Discworld sub-series I've always liked the Watch best, the police procedural works nicely thank you.
There's a darkness to this book. Snuff. Powdered tobacco? Killing? Both play their part, along with slavery and genocide.
The goblins being enslaved and slaughtered are less than human, pathetic creatures living in squalor, which is surely one of the classic justifications for any manner of inhumanity.
As should come as very little surprise, there's barely a pause between Vimes finding out about such goings on, his resolve to do something about it and his recruiting the first goblin constable. There is then murder, skulduggery and boats to be saved from the suddenly flooded river, all while Sam strives to offend only the people Lady Sybil wants him to and give Young Sam the country holiday he deserves, complete with samples for his growing collection of poo.
It's great fun, moving along at such a rollicking pace that you barely notice the holes in the plot, and when you do, you don't especially care. There is a big unanswered question as to the nature of the supernaturally useful goblin 'Stinky', but the test is tied up pretty well.
It's a new Discworld. That was really all I needed to say.

And sorry, I thought I'd posted this about a month ago...