Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchett is the second Discworld book about the Witches.
Finished on: 6.6.2018
[Here are my reviews of the other Discworld novels.]
King Verence I is murdered by his cousin, Duke Felmet, and Felmet’s wife. His small son Tomjon can be saved and is delivered to Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg and Magrat Garlick, the resident witches. They know they have to hide Tomjon until he is old enough to take over the throne and do so with a traveling theater company. But Tomjon’s return is more complicated than simply showing up and the three witches have their hands full to make sure that things don’t go to hell.
Wyrd Sisters is a fun read, especially considering that the last Pratchett I read didn’t work that well for me. It still won’t become my favorite Discworld novel, but it is definitely enjoyable.
Wyrd Sisters leans heavily on Macbeth (which I love) and Hamlet (which I hate), but does manage to give both their own twists. I especially enjoyed the Macbeth references which were nicely placed and generally entertaining. But most of all, Wyrd Sisters lives of the Witches (who were introduced in Equal Rites) and they worked very well for me.
I not only liked the three witches themselves, I especially had fun with the way the people reacted to the witches. Especially the locals and the non-magical people. Their reactions were often hilariours and always absurd, showing Pratchett in his best form. He also manages to veer off the beaten path with his final parentyl twist, giving us a (slightly) unexpected explanation for things that I definitely appreciated.
His comments about acting and the theater (and the running gag that Granny Weatherwax just doesn’t understand pretending/acting that grew very tired very fast) were less insightful than I have come to expect from Pratchett, who usually makes many smart points in his novels.
Generally speaking, it’s a novel that didn’t leave much of a lasting impression with me, even though it did make me laugh. I somehow wished for more.
Summarizing: fine, but not amazing.