My tattered copy of Small Gods
Keeping in the theme of my self-proclaimed Terry Pratchett week I’m re-reading Small Gods for the umpteenth time.
So the official description of Small Gods is: In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was: “Hey, you!” For Brutha the novice is the Chosen One. He wants peace, justice and brotherly love. He also wants the Inquisition to stop torturing him now, please…
My BookieMonster description is: a great riff and meditation on philosophy, common sense, politics, religion and the nature of belief. Small Gods introduces us to the Discworld country of Om – a battened down society run entirely by the religion of Omnianism. There’s just one problem with Ominanism – Om (the god) is now in the form of a small tortoise with very little power, because gods live on belief and Omnianism only has one true believer left – the novice Brutha.
There’s a darker undercurrent to this title which isn’t really surprising since religion is involved. Much is to be had here on the nature of institutionalised religion to brutalise and cow people until all the possible joy of belief has gone. There is also plenty about the nature of philosophy and whether philosophy can really answer all our questions, particularly when it loses sight of practical common sense.
If, on the other hand, you don’t want to be bothered with all of that this is also a rollicking good read – drama, plenty of comedy, some genuinely spooky moments, wonderful characters and a plot that barrels along.
“Slave is an Ephebian word. In Om we have no word for slave,” said Vorbis.
“So I understand,” said the Tyrant. “I imagine that fish have no word for water.”






