"Of course, Cox was not like a shark. He was worse. Sharks are just eating machines. They don't have a choice. First Mate Cox had a choice, every day, and had chosen to be First Mate Cox. And that was a strange choice, because if evil was a disease, then First Mate Cox would have been in an isolation ward on a bleak island somewhere. And even then, bunnies nibbling at the seaweed would start to fight one another. Cox was, in fact, contagious. Where his shadow fell, old friendship snapped and little wars broke out, milk soured, weevils fled from every stale ship's biscuit and rats queued up to jump into the sea." (from page 267 of Nation, by Terry Pratchett, 2009 Printz Honor Book)
I loved this book: witty, brilliantly written, refreshing, and compelling. I was slightly provoked by the obvious and repeated implication that if religious people would only ask the right questions, well then, they would clearly see what idiots they had been and fall into the arms of the obviously superior philosophy of science, naturalism, as their new religion. Pratchett is such a good writer that I am willing to forgive him, though. If faith is such a weak, mewling thing that it cannot grapple with questions, then it isn't worth much, and if you haven't asked the questions, then maybe it's time to start. Rest assured, your questions will not be original.
I do have two quibbles with this book. One is that it has the second worst cover art of the year. Nobody is going to be sucked into this book because of the cover. The second is based on the statement my mother expresses (with exasperation) that authors do not know when to stop writing. In my view, Pratchett would have been much better off deleting that last chapter. It felt tacked on and ridiculous to me, much like this last sentence. -mh
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