This book is the twenty-fifth Discworld novel by Terry Pratchett, and concurrently a corker. It follows an ambitious-yet-directionless young black-sheep-of-nobleman's-family William de Worde, who goes on to tap with outrageously chaotic degrees of success, failure, and every surreal inbetween, the hitherto-previously-unmet need of Ankh-Morpork for a newspaper. It's laugh-out-loud-funny in more places than there are pages, with a wacky supporting cast and textbook-Pratchett seamless plotting & dialogue; and if the title theme didn't give it away also offers an enduringly prophetic fable about Truth, truth, profit margins and populism... A fantasy comedy for our times, indeed.
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