Series: Book 30 in the Discworld series
Rating: Not rated
Tags: Fantasy, Lang:en
Summary
Arch-swindler Moist Van Lipwig never believed his
confidence crimes were hanging offenses - until he found
himself with a noose tightly around his neck, dropping
through a trapdoor, and falling into... a government job?
By all rights, Moist should have met his maker. Instead,
it's Lord Vetinari, supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork, who
promptly offers him a job as Postmaster. Since his only other
option is a nonliving one, Moist accepts the position - and
the hulking golem watchdog who comes along with it, just in
case Moist was considering abandoning his responsibilities
prematurely.
Getting the moribund Postal Service up and running again,
however, may be a near-impossible task, what with literally
mountains of decades-old undelivered mail clogging every nook
and cranny of the broken-down post office building; and with
only a few creaky old postmen and one rather unstable,
pin-obsessed youth available to deliver it. Worse still,
Moist could swear the mail is talking to him. Worst of all,
it means taking on the gargantuan, money-hungry Grand Trunk
clacks communication monopoly and its bloodthirsty piratical
head, Mr. Reacher Gilt.
But it says on the building neither rain nor snow nor glo
m of ni t... Inspiring words (admittedly, some of the bronze
letters have been stolen), and for once in his wretched life
Moist is going to fight. And if the bold and impossible are
what's called for, he'll do it - in order to move the mail,
continue breathing, get the girl, and specially deliver that
invaluable commodity that every human being (not to mention
troll, dwarf, and, yes, even golem) requires: hope.