Jingo

a Discworld novel 21

av Terry Pratchett (forfatter).

2016 Innbundet

Gjennomsnittlig terningkast: 5.00 (4 terningkast.)

35 bokelskere følger dette verket.

Kjøp boken hos

Omtale fra forlaget

DISCWORLD GOES TO WAR, WITH ARMIES OF SARDINES, WARRIORS, FISHERMEN, SQUID AND AT LEAST ONE VERY CAMP FOLLOWER. As two armies march, Commander Vimes of Ankh-Morpork City Watch faces unpleasant foes who are out to get him...and that's just the people on his side. The enemy might be even worse.

JINGO, the 21st in Terry Pratchett's phenomenally successful Discworld series, makes the World Cup look like a friendly five-a-side.

Bokdetaljer

Utgivelsesår 2016

Format Innbundet

ISBN13 9781473200258

EAN 9781473200258

Serie Discworld

Genre Humor Fantasy

Språk Engelsk

Sider 384

Utgave 1

Finn boka på biblioteket

Du kan velge et fast favorittbibliotek under innstillinger.

Finner du ikke ditt favorittbibliotek på lista? Send oss e-post til admin@bokelskere.no med navn på biblioteket og fylket det ligger i. Kanskje vi kan legge det til!

Bokelskeres terningkastfordeling

0 4 0 0 0 0

Bokomtaler

Ingen omtaler ennå.

Skriv en omtale Se alle omtaler av verket

Diskusjoner om boka

Ingen diskusjoner ennå.

Start en diskusjon om verket Se alle diskusjoner om verket

Sitater fra dette verket

Vanja Solemdal siterer Jingo av Terry Pratchett (side 177)

13:54, 5. januar 2023 Ingen har det som favoritt.

And then (Vimes) realized he was wondering if the attack on Goriff's shop had been organized by the same people, and whether those same people had set fire to the embassy.

And then he realized why he was thinking like this.

It was because he wanted there to be conspirators. It was so much better to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over the brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn't then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone's fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I'm one of Us. I must be. I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do the bad things.