BOOKS BY TERRY PRATCHETT
The Discworld Series
THE COLOR OF MAGIC
THE LIGHT FANTASTIC
EQUAL RITES
MORT
SOURCERY
WYRD SISTERS
PYRAMIDS
GUARDS! GUARDS!
ERIC
(illustrated by Josh Kirby)
MOVING PICTURES
REAPER MAN
WITCHES ABROAD
SMALL GODS
LORDS AND LADIES
MEN AT ARMS
SOUL MUSIC
INTERESTING TIMES
MASKERADE
FEET OF CLAY
HOGFATHER
JINGO
THE LAST CONTINENT
CARPE JUGULUM
THE FIFTH ELEPHANT
THE TRUTH
THIEF OF TIME
THE LAST HERO
(illustrated by Paul Kidby)
THE AMAZING MAURICE & HIS EDUCATED RODENTS
(for young adults)
NIGHT WATCH
THE WEE FREE MEN
(for young adults)
MONSTROUS REGIMENT
A HAT FULL OF SKY
(for young adults)
GOING POSTAL
THUD!
WINTERSMITH
(for young adults)
MAKING MONEY
UNSEEN ACADEMICALS
I SHALL WEAR MIDNIGHT
(for young adults)
SNUFF
RAISING STEAM
Other Books About Discworld
THE SCIENCE OF DISCWORLD
(with Ian Stewart and Jack Cohen)
THE SCIENCE OF DISCWORLD II: THE GLOBE
(with Ian Stewart and Jack Cohen)
THE SCIENCE OF DISCWORLD III: DARWINS WATCH
(with Ian Stewart and Jack Cohen)
THE SCIENCE OF DISCWORLD IV: JUDGEMENT DAY
(with Ian Stewart and Jack Cohen)
TURTLE RECALL: THE NEW DISCWORLD COMPANION SO FAR
(with Stephen Briggs)
NANNY OGGS COOKBOOK
(with Stephen Briggs, Tina Hannan and Paul Kidby)
THE PRATCHETT PORTFOLIO
(with Paul Kidby)
THE DISCWORLD ALMANAK
(with Bernard Pearson)
THE UNSEEN UNIVERSITY CUT-OUT BOOK
(with Alan Batley and Bernard Pearson)
WHERES MY COW?
(illustrated by Melvyn Grant)
THE ART OF DISCWORLD
(with Paul Kidby)
THE WIT AND WISDOM OF DISCWORLD
(compiled by Stephen Briggs)
THE FOLKLORE OF DISCWORLD
(with Jacqueline Simpson)
THE WORLD OF POO
(with the Discworld Emporium)
THE COMPLEAT ANKH-MORPORK
THE STREETS OF ANKH-MORPORK
(with Stephen Briggs, painted by Stephen Player)
THE DISCWORLD MAPP
(with Stephen Briggs, painted by Stephen Player)
A TOURIST GUIDE TO LANCRE: A DISCWORLD MAPP
(with Stephen Briggs, illustrated by Paul Kidby)
DEATHS DOMAIN: A DISCWORLD MAPP
(with Paul Kidby)
Shorter Writing
A BLINK OF THE SCREEN
A SLIP OF THE KEYBOARD
Non-Discworld Books
THE DARK SIDE OF THE SUN
STRATA
THE UNADULTERATED CAT
(illustrated by Gray Jolliffe)
GOOD OMENS (with Neil Gaiman)
THE LONG EARTH (with Stephen Baxter)
THE LONG WAR (with Stephen Baxter)
THE LONG MARS (with Stephen Baxter)
Non-Discworld Novels for Younger Readers
THE CARPET PEOPLE
TRUCKERS
DIGGERS
WINGS
ONLY YOU CAN SAVE MANKIND
JOHNNY AND THE DEAD
JOHNNY AND THE BOMB
NATION
DODGER
Copyright 2014 by Terry Pratchett and Lyn Pratchett
Foreword copyright 2014 by Neil Gaiman
All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Doubleday, a division of Random House LLC, New York, a Penguin Random House company. Published in the UK by Doubleday, an imprint of Transworld Publishers, London.
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DOUBLEDAY and the portrayal of an anchor with a dolphin are registered trademarks of Random House LLC.
Terry Pratchett and Discworld are registered trademarks.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Pratchett, Terry.
A slip of the keyboard : collected nonfiction / Terry Pratchett.
pages cm
ISBN 978-0-385-53830-5 (hardcover)ISBN 978-0-385-53833-6 (eBook)
I. Title.
PR6066.R34S58 2014
824.914dc23 2014011949
Jacket design by Jason Booher
Jacket illustration by Justin Gerard
v3.1
You have in your hands a book of words that covers my entire career, and therefore it is only right that I should dedicate it to those delightful souls who have either collaborated or assisted me in myriad helpful ways over many, many years.
To single out and to name just a few: my esteemed publishers Colin Smythe, Larry Finlay, Marianne Velmans, Philippa Dickinson, Suzanne Bridson, Malcolm Edwards, and Patrick Janson-Smith. My wranglers of words Katrina Whone, Sue Cook, and Elizabeth Dobson. My cherished editors Simon Taylor, Di Pearson, Kirsten Armstrong, Jennifer Brehl, and Anne Hoppe. My ever-buoyant and ever-capable publicists Sally Wray and Lynsey Dalladay. Lord of the ber Fans Dr. Pat Harkin. My friends Neil Gaiman, Professor David Lloyd, and the scoundrel that is Mr. Bernard Pearson. The Managing Director of Narrativia and even bigger scoundrel Rod Brown. My partners in writing Steve Baxter, Jacqueline Simpson, Jack Cohen, Ian Stewart, and my personal cartographer/playwright/wearer of tights and Man of a Thousand Voices And to the Queens Head, and their pickled eggs and most magnificent bubble and squeak. And to anyone who has ever served or survived the mayhem that is a Discworld Convention as an attendee or part of the organizing committee, especially the founder and man responsible, Paul Kruzycki. And to anyone else who has helped and not hindered me along the way, but most especially to Rob, who quietly gets on with it, and without whom
Thank you, one and all. Thank you.
Well, intended helpfulness and almost always with excruciating cheerfulness.
As long as theyre all Welsh.
Delete as applicable.
Contents
Foreword
by Neil Gaiman
I want to tell you about my friend Terry Pratchett, and its not easy. Im going to tell you something you may not know.
Some people have encountered an affable man with a beard and a hat. They believe they have met Sir Terry Pratchett. They have not.
Science-fiction conventions often give you someone to look after you, to make sure you get from place to place without getting lost. Some years ago I ran into someone who had once been Terrys handler at a convention in Texas. His eyes misted over at the memory of getting Terry from his panel to the book dealers room and back. What a jolly old elf Sir Terry is, he said.
And I thought, No. No, hes not.
Back in February 1991, Terry and I were on a book signing tour for Good Omens, a book we had written together. We can tell you dozens of not-only-funny-but-also-true stories about the things that happened on that tour. Terry alludes to a few of them in this book. This story is true, but it is not one of the stories we tell.
We were in San Francisco. We had just done a stock signing in a bookshop, signing the dozen or so copies of our book they had ordered. Terry looked at the itinerary. Next stop was a radio station: we were due to have an hour-long interview on live radio. From the address, its just down the street from here, said Terry. And weve got half an hour. Lets walk it.
This was a long time ago, best beloved, in the days before GPS systems and mobile phones and taxi-summoning apps and suchlike useful things that would have told us in moments that, no, it would not be a few blocks to the radio station. It would be several miles, all uphill, and mostly through a park.
We called the radio station as we went, whenever we passed a pay phone, to tell them that we knew we were now late for a live broadcast, and that we were, promise cross our sweaty hearts, walking as fast as we could.