1. Colour of magic ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
All legends must, inevitably, have a point of origin. For the inimitable Discworld series, this diminutive volume—oft-overlooked depending on the edition (particularly when deprived of Kirby’s illustrations)—constitutes the zero point, the Big Bang, the fiat lux.
A flat world, disc-shaped (a veritable delight for the modern flat-earther, albeit one lacking the cranial geometry requisite for such a read), rests atop the backs of four colossal elephants (a fifth exists, though we shall not entangle ourselves with it just yet), themselves poised upon the mighty carapace of the cosmic turtle, Great A’Tuin, who swims through the sparse aether of the universe, seemingly without destination. Of course, water cascades endlessly into the void from the rim of the disc; naturally, there is no 'north' or 'south', but rather 'hubward' and 'rimward'; and indeed, there is magic, heroism, cowardice, wizards, books so potent they must be chained down (yet still manage to plant spells into the minds of hapless apprentices), and—perhaps most fantastically—a tourist. With a trunk...
Terry Pratchett (who, most tragically, succumbed to Alzheimer’s disease in 2015—a cruel irony for a mind so incisive) skewers every cliché of the fantasy genre—swords, sorcery, and dragons, as one might say in plainer speech—with unparalleled wit, never missing an opportunity to draw trenchant parallels with our own world. These parallels, as the series progresses, become increasingly sophisticated, increasingly ludicrous, and, correspondingly, increasingly delightful—culminating in an entire spin-off metatextual series: The Science of Discworld.
The narrative is not, one must note, self-contained in this first instalment. It finds its resolution in the second volume, The Light Fantastic—in essence, the two comprise a single diptych. Nonetheless, the foundation is laid, the seed planted; whether you shall be enchanted by the exceptional prose of one of the 20th century’s most sagacious authors is now, quite simply, a matter for your own discovery. If you are only now embarking upon this journey, I must confess—I envy you. For before you lies a corpus of over forty unwritten (for you, at least) tomes, filled with marvel and delight. Granted, the later volumes bear the melancholy mark of Pratchett’s illness, and, lamentably, his publishers continued to exploit the franchise... yet, from a certain point onward—when his style attains full maturity—the humour gracefully yields primacy to philosophical resonance, without compromising the pleasure of the text.
Tarry no longer. Awaiting your acquaintance are the most ineffectual wizard in all creation (though he at least bears a hat which clearly proclaims his station), the most ingenuous tourist the Disc has ever known, and a magical world, vast and strange, for you to explore in their improbable company.
2. Light Fantastic ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
If The Colour of Magic was the initial spark — the proverbial kick to the gears — then The Light Fantastic is the blowtorch (or the choke, or the flap, or indeed the compressor) that irrevocably sets the Discworld engine in motion. It is not a "sequel" in the conventional sense; rather, it constitutes the indispensable second half of a single, continuous narrative. A book that commences precisely at the final page of its predecessor — almost as if that page had never been turned.
The thoroughly inept wizard Rincewind continues his valiant attempts not to die; the ever-optimistic tourist Twoflower persists in documenting, with charming naïveté, the most chaotic world in the cosmos; and the Luggage continues to scurry about on its hundred little legs, brimming with the zeal of a... homicidal puppy. Meanwhile, Magic begins to shake the very foundations of reality; the great turtle A’Tuin edges ever closer to a celestial consort; and the wizards of the Unseen (and highly magical) University — who never miss a chance for subterfuge — attempt to “resolve” the crisis in the most traditional of manners: with rather more magic, and only marginally less reason.
Pratchett retains the same frenetic, almost cartoonish energy that characterised the first volume, yet something here has shifted: one begins to perceive the cracks behind the smile. Not from fatigue, but from depth. Behind the humorous dust jacket and the linguistic acrobatics, the author has begun to assemble an entire world — one governed by its own peculiar laws (or rather, its own deliberate infractions of them). The first strains of seriousness emerge gradually, like a cello playing softly behind the orchestra of punchlines.
It is also worth noting that this is where we encounter the first genuine inklings of Discworld cosmology — something that shall evolve into a rich mythology, as resonant in meaning as it is abundant in trolls, elves, golems, bureaucrats, librarian-orangutans, and arcane metaphysical regulations.
If you finished the first book wondering, “Yes, but what happens next?”, then The Light Fantastic is not merely the next chapter — it is the inevitable continuation of a journey that was never about destination, but always about manic, unstoppable momentum. And now that the first foundations of this strange new world have been laid, its protagonists begin to resemble less caricatures and more... heroes. Or at the very least, people. Or something, at any rate, that carries emotions, terror, and perhaps a bit of sausage in a pouch inside the Luggage.
If you’re reading these books in order, congratulations: you’ve arrived at the end of the beginning. If not, do yourself a favour and turn back to page one — the worlds Pratchett has wrought deserve to be witnessed as they assemble, piece by absurd, affectionate, and razor-sharp piece.
Equal Rites are coming (pun intended). Hold on!
3. Equal Rites ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Equal Rites, the third book in the Discworld series, marks a decisive turning point in the literary trajectory of Terry Pratchett. It is here that we encounter his first truly unforgettable heroine, Eskarina Smith, through whom a significant social concern emerges—one that could easily have lapsed into didacticism: gender discrimination, particularly within the realm of magic.
Published in the now distant 1987, the novel is in dialogue with the second-wave feminist movement, which concentrated on gender inequality across professional and social spheres. The protagonist—a young girl who claims the right to become a "wizard"—embodies the demand for equal opportunities irrespective of gender. Though Pratchett deftly sidesteps overt moralising, the narrative tension between “masculine” and “feminine” forms of magic functions as a pointed allegory for societal expectations and the structures of power. With humour and considerable acuity, the author dismantles the tradition that relegates women to “supporting” roles, doing so at a time when such narratives were rarely afforded space within the fantasy genre.
The plot itself is elegantly simple: it follows Esk, a girl who "accidentally" acquires the power of a wizard—an occurrence unthinkable in a world where wizardry is an exclusively male preserve, while women are expected to engage in the supposedly inferior domain of witchcraft. At her side stands Granny Weatherwax, the enigmatic and irascible witch of the mountains, and one of the Discworld's most iconic characters. With her stubbornness, wisdom, and occasionally unsettling logic, Granny assumes the role of mentor, guiding Esk through a world unprepared to accept her.
Granny Weatherwax, who begins Equal Rites as a seemingly archetypal (if slightly sharper or more indulgent than average) mountain witch, rapidly develops into one of the most complex and respected figures in the Discworld canon. In the later works of the Witches subseries—such as Wyrd Sisters, Lords and Ladies, and Carpe Jugulum—Granny acquires a philosophical, moral, and existential depth. Beneath her sardonic manner and rigorous rationality lies a tireless advocate of common sense and the “hidden good.” Her relationship with power, identity, and choice renders her a truly remarkable fictional hero: a counterweight to arrogance and institutional authority. It is no coincidence that she frequently steals the limelight even from the wizards of Ankh-Morpork.
Pratchett’s humour is ever-present: linguistic playfulness, witty dialogues, and surreal reversals dissect the conventions and clichés of traditional fantasy. However, the narrative has not yet attained the structural assurance or philosophical maturity of his later work. The plot remains relatively straightforward and linear, and the underlying message—though timely and insightful—is at times articulated in a direct and somewhat predictable manner.
Equal Rites is a charming, often amusing read—particularly suited to those interested in witnessing the emergence of some of Discworld’s most beloved figures. Though it does not rank among Pratchett’s masterpieces, it serves as a bridge: a transitional step from near-slapstick parody towards social satire imbued with depth and emotional resonance. It is an honest, humorous, and important milestone in the evolution of Discworld: imperfect, to be sure, yet unmistakably marked by the voice of an author beginning to discover his true range.