Discworld books. They’re great, great books of course. Personally, I believe that the best period of Discworld books is roughly between Moving Pictures and Feet of Clay. It’s got perhaps the best Discworld book, ever (Men at Arms), many of the other great ones (Lords and Ladies, Interesting Times, Feet of Clay) and is generally great, apart from few clunkers like Witches Abroad and Maskerade. Before this period, books were good too, but generally not as good - after this period, books have been good, but not as good. I’m going to focus on this later period.
Like I said - good, but not as good. Now, I’ve set this period to begin at Hogfather, so I can’t blame the fucking Igors for everything. However, I can rant about the fucking Igors all I want, here. The fucking Igors slithered in like a plague somewhere around Carpe Jugulum, if my memory serves correctly. Ever since, they’ve tainted EVERY SINGLE BOOK.
Take the newest one, Night Watch. I don’t think it takes a spoiler tag to tell the premise - Vimes, in pursuit of a criminal, happens to be sent back in time to earlier times, when Vetinari wasn’t a patrician yet and the city and the Watch were different places in many ways. That premise doesn’t leave too much room for fucking Igors, now does it? And yet, since The Fifth Elephant added a fucking Igor in the watch, the fucking Igordom just has to make a cameo appearance in the beginning. NNNNRGHNGH.
Let me elaborate on what I find wrong with the fucking Igors. For starters, the whole premise - a group of people based on the stereotype of mad scientists’ helpers - rubs me the wrong way in the first place. It’s like taking an one-joke premise and then stretching it and stretching it and streeeeeetching it further and further. Then there’s that stupid accent. I generally hate accents that make the text more unreadable, and fucking Igors’ lisping is particularily egregious. Oh, and let’s not forget the idiotic, obvious jokes that have to do with the fucking Igors’ tendency for body modification. Puns, or plays on the word, have never sat correctly on my sense of humor, and oh, if the sections with fucking Igors don’t have them aplenty.
Oh, I can’t forget this. From Carpe Jugulum. Imagine me reading Carpe Jugulum, if you will. I was on a trip to Russia, I believe. To Viipuri, or Vyborg as it’s now more commonly known. I had brought Carpe to read while travelling. I didn’t like it too much. I’m generally not a big fan of the Witches books, and the fucking Igor annoyed me already. But then. The line that forever cause me to hate the fucking Igors and everything they stood for. The line I can’t forgive Terry for writing.
AAAARrraraAARRGHhorrggHHOORHGH. My brain winced like a horsewhipped kitten. No. NO. Did I just read that? I couldn’t have read that. It’s not the South Park reference, you see. IT’S THAT IT’S THE WORST SOUTH PARK REFERENCE MADE IN THE WORLD, EVER. AND IT’S MADE BY THE FIRST MEMBER OF THE WORST GROUP OF CHARACTERS IN THE PRATCHETT BOOKS, EVER. And I’m in pain while typing this, believe you me.
Please, Mr. Pratchett. For all that is good and holy in the world. For the smiles on babies, for the pretty flowers, for thousands angry sword-waving barbarians beautifully ravaging an ancient city on the plains. Ditch the Igors, forget them, don’t even write a scene where they all get killed, as it would be a scene with fucking Igors in it. Just… let. them. go.