Leído entre: Nov 23, 2010 – Nov 29, 2010 (7 días).
Lo que me gustó: El hecho de haber regresado un poco a la fantasía cómica. Leer los comentarios de Neil Gaiman acerca de Terry Pratchett y viceversa.
Lo que no me gustó: Nada en especial.
En general: Entertaining. Not required in a collection though.
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Notas y citas:
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell you the rules and who smiles all the time. (p.14)
It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people. (p.30)
The ducks in St. James' Park are so used to being fed bread by secret agents meeting clandestinely that they have developed their own Pavlovian reaction. Put a St. James' Park duck in a laboratory cage and show it a picture of two men —one usually wearing a coat with a fur collar, the other something somber with a scarf— and it'll look up expectantly. The Russian cultural attaché's black beard is particularly sought after by the more discerning duck, while the head of MI9's soggy Hovis with Marmite is relished by the connoisseurs. (p.45)
Yet he seemed cheerful, enthusiastic, and as well-balanced as a gyroscope. (p.149)
[Discussing the burning, and subsequent explosion, of Agnes Nutter for being considered a witch] Thirty seconds later an explosion took out the village green, scythed the valley clean of every living thing, and was seen as far away as Halifax. There was much subsequent debate as to whether this had been sent by God or by Satan, but a note later found in Agnes Nutter's cottage indicated that any divine or devilish intervention had been materially helped by the contents of Agnes' petticoats, wherein she had with some foresight concealed eighty pounds of gunpowder and forty pounds of roofing nails (p.202)
You start thinking: it can't be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire. (p.389)
[Neil Gaiman on Terry Pratchett] Then again, Terry is that rarity, the kind of author who likes Writing, not Having Written, or Being a Writer, but the actual sitting there and making things up in front of a screen. (p.404)
