So, after a short break provided to us by WordPress, as we’ve got temporarily suspended by their anti-spam robots (and I was so proud of myself, publishing posts every day, three days in a row!), we’re back to books. There’s not many things better, after all.

I’ve read a book. Well, a couple, but that’s not the point.

In December I got a brilliant idea of rereading the entire “Discworld” series by Terry Pratchett. I’ve had a few gaps but with exception of three of four books I was reading them for at least second time; some of them, like “Guards! Guards!” or “Wyrd Sisters”, for the fourth-fifth time. I’ve just finished “Going Postal” which leaves me with just seven more. That’s not a happy thought, mind it.

I really like Moist von Lipwig – he’s intelligent, charming, funny, ironic at times, and delightfully non-conceited. He does not think of himself as hero. He’s sure of his intellectual superiority over other people, that’s for sure, but he’s also convinced of his own shortcomings. That’s refreshing. Even more, as with book’s progress he’s becoming more self-conscious and… well, maybe not repentant, but definitely less careless with other people’s wellbeing. That’s a nice trait.

Adora Belle Dearheart is a treasure.

I happened to read “Going Postal” several years ago, and quite liked it. Then I’ve seen the TV mini-series and loved every single bit of it. Richard Coyle was a charming rogue, Claire Foy cold and demanding (although maybe a bit BDSM-ish), David Suchet made me hate Gilt with the force of thousand suns, and I can’t unsee Charles Dance as Lord Vetinari. Which is extremely not surprising. At all.

Anyway, after seing “Going Postal” five-ish times (I’ve seen it alone, then with my brother, my husband, and my friends) rereading the book was a totally different experience.

I won’t say it’s just another story altogether. It’s not; it is, however, different. Of course, three-hour movie cannot delve into it’s protagonist’s mind – not if it wants to tell the story. It’s more straightforward, dealing with events instead of thoughts. I really liked the way they translated Moist’s internal monologue (and self-scolding) into dream-like visions. It’s a shame we didn’t get to see the postmaster’s initiation ritual, but I understand the need for throwing away unnecessary bits.

There’s also another important difference. The book is about Moist – the con artist’s redemption arc; the movie is about Moist – the con artist who tries to impress a woman, and fakes the interest in post office until he actually made it. Adora’s role in the Sky One adaptation is well writen and much more prominent than in the book, more distilled I’d say. There’s nothing wrong with it; it’s a shortcut that helps to remove some noncrucial scenes, and the story itself looks better woven between those two.

“Going Postal”, read for the second time, enjoyed (as the story) for the seventh, still makes me smile. Not burst out laughing, as I never do, but smile with perfect ease and satisfaction.

If you haven’t read it, please do. If you have – do it anyway. The movie’s good as well.

Don’t let me detain you.