It finally happened. I finally made it up to Hogfather in my Discworld reading list. I was a bit early for Christmas, but at least I reached it within the general winter holiday time frame.
Hogfather is the fourth book in the Death subseries. The Hogfather, for those uninitiated in the madness of the Discworld, is the Disc’s version of Santa Claus. He delivers gifts to children on Hogswatch Night. There are problems this year, though. The mysterious beings known as the Auditors have hired the Assassin’s Guild to kill “the fat man” and now the Hogfather is missing. Death decides to fill in for him, and he really warms up to the role.
This book was quite funny; there were a lot of parts that made me laugh. One of the things that was starting to get tiresome to me in the Death subseries was the way Death always seems to be in the middle of some internal crisis, shirking his responsibilities while others take up the slack. This book was a nice change of pace from that. Although Death did occasionally lose sight of his “real” responsibilities, he was taking up the slack for somebody else this time and he took the whole thing very seriously. I thought he was more fun to read about in this book than he had been in the previous Death books.
This story, on the other hand, seemed like one of Pratchett’s more disjointed stories. There were a few different pieces to the story, and they did all tie together, but the ties were pretty tenuous. This was one of those stories where you may be told something happened and why, but it still doesn’t seem terribly sensible or logical. I know, I know, this is the Discworld. Things aren’t supposed to be sensible and logical. But I like sense and logic. :) For the most part, I was able to just enjoy the humor in the current part of the story I was reading without thinking too hard about the over-all plot.