Review:
Going Postal, by Terry Pratchett
| Series: |
Discworld #33 |
| Publisher: |
Harper |
| Copyright: |
October 2004 |
| Printing: |
November 2014 |
| ISBN: |
0-06-233497-2 |
| Format: |
Mass market |
| Pages: |
471 |
Going Postal is the 33rd Discworld novel. You could probably start
here if you wanted to; there are relatively few references to previous
books, and the primary connection (to
Feet
of Clay) is fully re-explained. I suspect that's why
Going
Postal garnered another round of award nominations. There are arguable
spoilers for
Feet of Clay, however.
Moist von Lipwig is a con artist. Under a wide variety of names, he's
swindled and forged his way around the Disc, always confident that he can
run away from or talk his way out of any trouble. As
Going Postal
begins, however, it appears his luck has run out. He's about to be
hanged.
Much to his surprise, he wakes up after his carefully performed hanging in
Lord Vetinari's office, where he's offered a choice. He can either take
over the Ankh-Morpork post office, or he can die. Moist, of course,
immediately agrees to run the post office, and then leaves town at the
earliest opportunity, only to be carried back into Vetinari's office by a
relentlessly persistent golem named Mr. Pump. He apparently has a parole
officer.
The clacks, Discworld's telegraph system first seen in
The Fifth Elephant, has taken over most
communications. The city is now dotted with towers, and the Grand Trunk
can take them at unprecedented speed to even far-distant cities like
Genua. The post office, meanwhile, is essentially defunct, as Moist
quickly discovers. There are two remaining employees, the highly
eccentric Junior Postman Groat who is still Junior because no postmaster
has lasted long enough to promote him, and the disturbingly intense
Apprentice Postman Stanley, who collects pins.
Other than them, the contents of the massive post office headquarters are
a disturbing mail sorting machine designed by Bloody Stupid Johnson that
is not picky about which dimension or timeline the sorted mail comes from,
and undelivered mail. A lot of undelivered mail. Enough undelivered mail
that there may be magical consequences.
All Moist has to do is get the postal system running again. Somehow. And
not die in mysterious accidents like the previous five postmasters.
Going Postal is a con artist story, but it's also a startup and
capitalism story. Vetinari is, as always, solving a specific problem in
his inimitable indirect way. The clacks were created by engineers
obsessed with machinery and encodings and maintenance, but it's been
acquired by... well, let's say private equity, because that's who they
are, although Discworld doesn't have that term. They immediately did what
private equity always did: cut out everything that didn't extract profit,
without regard for either the service or the employees. Since the clacks
are an effective monopoly and the new owners are ruthless about
eliminating any possible competition, there isn't much to stop them.
Vetinari's chosen tool is Moist.
There are some parts of this setup that I love and one part that I'm
grumbly about. A lot of the fun of this book is seeing Moist pulled into
the mission of resurrecting the post office despite himself. He starts
out trying to wriggle out of his assigned task, but, after a few early
successes and a supernatural encounter with the mail, he can't help but
start to care. Reformed con men often make good protagonists because one
can enjoy the charisma without disliking the ethics. Pratchett adds the
delightfully sharp-witted and cynical Adora Belle Dearheart as a partial
reader stand-in, which makes the process of Moist becoming worthy of his
protagonist role even more fun.
I think that a properly functioning postal service is one of the truly
monumental achievements of human society and doesn't get nearly enough
celebration (or support, or pay, or good working conditions). Give me a
story about reviving a postal service by someone who appreciates the
tradition and social role as much as Pratchett clearly does and I'm there.
The only frustration is that
Going Postal is focused more on an
immediate plot, so we don't get to see the larger infrastructure recovery
that is clearly needed. (Maybe in later books?)
That leads to my grumble, though.
Going Postal and specifically
the takeover of the clacks is obviously inspired by corporate structures
in the later Industrial Revolution, but this book was written in 2004, so
it's also a book about private equity and startups. When Vetinari puts a
con man in charge of the post office, he runs it like a startup: do lots
of splashy things to draw attention, promise big and then promise even
bigger, stumble across a revenue source that may or may not be
sustainable, hire like mad, and hope it all works out.
This makes for a great story in the same way that watching trapeze artists
or tightrope walkers is entertaining. You know it's going to work because
that's the sort of book you're reading, so you can enjoy the audacity and
wonder how Moist will manage to stay ahead of his promises. But it is
still a con game applied to a public service, and the part of me that
loves the concept of the postal service couldn't stop feeling like this is
part of the problem.
The dilemma that Vetinari is solving is a bit too realistic, down to the
requirement that the post office be self-funding and not depend on city
funds and, well, this is repugnant to me. Public services aren't
businesses. Societies spend money to build things that they need to
maintain society, and postal service is just as much one of those things
as roads are. The ability of anyone to send a letter to anyone else, no
matter how rural the address is, provides infrastructure on which a lot of
important societal structure is built. Pratchett made me care a great
deal about Ankh-Morpork's post office (not hard to do), and now I want to
see it rebuilt
properly, on firm foundations, without splashy
promises and without a requirement that it pay for itself. Which I
realize is not the point of Discworld at all, but the concept of running a
postal service like a startup hits maybe a bit too close to home.
Apart from that grumble, this is a great book if you're in the mood for a
reformed con man story. I thought the gold suit was a bit over the top,
but I otherwise thought Moist's slow conversion to truly caring about his
job was deeply satisfying. The descriptions of the clacks are full of
askew Discworld parodies of computer networking and encoding that I
enjoyed more than I thought I would. This is also the book that
introduced the now-famous (among Pratchett fans at least) GNU instruction
for the clacks, and I think that scene is the most emotionally moving bit
of Pratchett outside of
Night Watch.
Going Postal is one of the better books in the Discworld series to
this point (and I'm sadly getting near the end). If you have less
strongly held opinions about management and funding models for public
services, or at least are better at putting them aside when reading
fantasy novels, you're likely to like it even more than I did.
Recommended.
Followed by
Thud!. The thematic sequel is
Making Money.
Rating: 8 out of 10