This is book number 33 in the Discworld series.
Going Postal is just absolutely classic Pratchett. In a refreshing and welcome return to form, he both satirizes and praises not only the postal service, but the whole concept of mail and communication. His notion that information has a life of its own and can affect the world could have (and probably did) come straight from modern Quantum physics.
Pratchett has been compared to many people...Swift, Twain, Voltaire...but I think it's time to stop doing that, and time to start comparing others to him. The only problem is, there is no other living writer who compares. He's just that good.
A splendid send-up of government, the postal system, and everything that lies in between in this newest entry in Terry Pratchett’s internationally bestselling Discworld series.
Convicted con man and forger Moist von Lipwig is given a choice: Face the hangman’s noose, or get Ankh Morpork’s ancient Post Office up and running efficiently!
It was a tough decision . . .
Now, the former criminal is facing really big problems. There’s tons of undelivered mail. Ghosts are talking to him. One of the postmen is 18,000 years old. And you really wouldn’t want to know what his new girlfriend can do with a shoe.
To top it all off, shadowy characters don’t want the mail moved. Instead, they want him dead—deader than all those dead letters. (And here he’d thought that all he’d have to face was rain, snow, and gloom of night . . .)
Sir Terry Pratchett was the internationally bestselling author of more than thirty books, including his phenomenally successful Discworld series. His young adult novel, The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, won the Carnegie Medal, and Where's My Cow?, his Discworld book for “readers of all ages,” was a New York Times bestseller. His novels have sold more than seventy five million (give or take a few million) copies worldwide. Named an Officer of the British Empire “for services to literature,” Pratchett lived in England. He died in 2015 at the age of sixty-six.