viernes, 27 de octubre de 2006

aguante el blog cross posting

(miren mi blog personal si no entienden)

A continuación transcribo un preámbulo de la edición que tengo en mis manos de The color of magic. Mati, babeate porque hasta que lo termine no te lo paso emoticon:

IF I HAD A PENNY for every time someone asked me where I got the idea of the Discworld, I'd have - hand on a moment - £4.67

Anyway, the answer is that it was lying around and didn't look as it belonged to anyone.

The world rides through space on the back of a turtle. It's one of the great ancient myths, found whenever men and turtles were gathered together; the four elephants were an Indo-European sophistication. The idea has been lying in the lumber rooms of legend for centuries. All I had to do was grab it and run away before the alarms went off.

Since this is a reprint by popular demand - gosh - of the first book in a series that will, eventually, contain at least ten, there's a very good chance that you already know what happens _after_ this book, which is more than I did when I wrote it.

The Discworld is not a coherent fantasy world. Its geography is fuzzy, its chronology unreliable. A small traveling circle of firelight in a chilly infinity has turned out to be the home of defiant jokes and last chances.

There are no maps. You can't map a sense of Humor. Anyway, what is a fantasy map but a space beyond which There Be Dragons? On the Discworld, we know that There Be Dragons Everywhere. They might not all have scales, and forked tongues, but they Be Here all right, grinning and jostling and trying to sell you souvenirs.


Terry Pratchett
October 1989

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