
The Monstrous Regiment by Terry & Lyn Pratchett Harper Collins HCVR: ISBN
006001315X
PubDate: Sept 30 2003
Review by Pat Nash 353 pages List price
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Pratchett is in rare form in his latest book, The Monstrous
Regiment. He is in such rare form that this is going to be an
extremely difficult review to write. You see, reviewers are supposed to
briefly describe the conflict and major characters, without giving away
‘spoilers’ about the plot. Divulging the methods the characters use to
achieve their goals, and the revelations and changes in the goals and
the characters themselves, would constitute one whopping spoiler. I
feel a little guilty for covering the characters introduced by page 9.
By page 57 the clues to the later surprises are coming thick and fast.
What I can tell you is that Terry and Lyn Pratchett have given us
another wonderful Discworld novel. For any of you
unfamiliar with the genre, Discworld is the unique result of infinite
possibilities in the universe. It’s flat, it’s borne on the backs of
four immense elephants who stand atop the shell of a space-faring
turtle, and the elephants have to lift a leg periodically to let the sun
orbit. The place has a magical field the way more prosaic planets have
a magnetic field, and philosophers who doubt the existence of gods have
to run down the street dodging lighting bolts.
All this is merely background for the uninitiated. Borogrovia, a
country noted for its national pride and not much else, has a glorious
history of "protective reaction strikes" against all of its neighboring
states -- who have now banded together to drive the dwindling
Borogrovian army back across borders that shift with each Spring flood.
Polly Perks, daughter (but not heir) of an aging innkeeper, decides to
dress as "Oliver", cut her long blonde tresses, and join the army of the
Duchess of Borogrovia. She is going in search of her older brother
Paul, a gullible young man who joined up the previous year. She’s
worried -- they’ve had no news from him in the past two months. This is
a fate that all too often strikes in the Borogrovian countryside, whose
able-bodied farming population is dwindling at the same rate that the
number of widows increases.
"Oliver" takes the Duchess’s shilling (now an I.O.U.) along with a
motley collection of country bumpkins answering to such nicknames as
Wazzer, Lofty, Tonker, and Shufti. Her fears of being ‘outed’ as a girl
continue in spite of a mystery advisor and the army’s ‘don’t ask,
don’t tell’ policy concerning trolls, vampires and Igors. For those of
you who may not be familiar with the inhabitants of Pratchett’s
Discworld, ‘Igor’ is a family name for a race of lab assistants
extraordinaire, whose skills with scalpel and sutures give new meaning
to such phrases as ‘hair transplant’, ‘lending an ear’, and ‘he has his
grandmother’s eyes’.
The new recruits are under the command of weasel-y Corporal Strappi, and
Sergeant Jackrum, a rotund and red-faced guide to survival. His lessons
range from 'liberating’ foodstuffs to the art of leading one’s
officers. Polly/Oliver is appointed batman to Captain Blouse, whose idea
of fame is to have a piece of military apparel or a culinary creation
named after him. Their goal is to join the main forces besieging Kneck
Keep.
Their mission seems hopeless. The lists of ’Abominations’ issuing from
the priests of Nuggan, the Borogrovian deity, complicate everyone’s
lives: the list now includes babies, the color blue, and accordion
players, not to mention women in uniform. Prayers to the folk cult of
the Duchess go unanswered. The Borogrovians who held the fort at Kneck
Keep are now captives in its dungeons. Cavalry troops of Prince
Heinrich of Zlobenia (the Duchess’s heir), reconnoiter on Borogrovian
soil. Ankh-Morpork has sent military advisors, as a result of
Borogrovia’s interference with the semaphore line and mail-coaches. And
then there are these mysterious ‘war correspondents’...
Yes, things seem hopeless for this rag-tag band, but in Borogrovia,
things are seldom what they seem. Everybody has a secret, except maybe
His Grace, Sir Samuel Vimes, Duke of Ankh-Morpork, and he isn’t
talking. While he and his Watchmen are featured prominently in the
stories Men At Arms, Feet of Clay, Jingo, The
Fifth Elephant, The Truth, and The Night Watch, he
isn’t protagonist in this story, functioning more as Greek chorus and
part-time deus ex machina. You can imagine the kind of military advice
given by a man who thought, "If they’d been people, scuffling in the
gutter... he’d have banged their heads together and maybe shoved them in
the cells overnight. But you couldn’t bang countries together."
The rest of the review is going to look like the Borogrovian censors got
to it.
Pratchett alludes to the story of -- no, that would give away too much
of the plot. Let’s just say he drags in Bucephalos; transvestites;
school lunches; Viet Nam; the importance of coffee, tea, and wool
socks; several centuries of European warfare; and some serious analysis
of the compromises made by women in the military.
And it’s very funny.
Polly’s observations on walking like the boys in the taproom ("I’m big,
I’m fierce, I’m cool, I’ll have a pint of shandy, and me mam wants me
home by nine") was priceless.
This book has raised my consciousness in an unexpected way. While the
big print on the book-covers always says, "Terry Pratchett", the small
print on the page with the copyright information and the ISBN number
says "Terry and Lyn Pratchett". Pratchett books always have strong and
believable female characters -- even if they fly broomsticks, walk
through walls, or turn into wolves when the moon is full. There is a
subtle difference in the characterizations in Terry Pratchett’s
collaboration with Neil Gaiman on Good Omens. I think we all owe
a debt of gratitude for Lyn Pratchett’s contributions to the Pratchett
canon. This book does a magnificent job illustrating how women think,
how men think about women, and how those thoughts influence
behavior. |