![]() Why is he so underestimated? The world he created was brilliantly absurd – elephants all the way down – and strangely convincing. The Pratchett who emerges can be curmudgeonly, vain, and infuriated and puzzled by the way the world has underestimated him. Outside family, Wilkins probably knew Pratchett better than anyone else and it is wonderful to have this closeup picture of the writer’s working life, with its arguments and doubts, naps and negotiations. ![]() Towards the end, Wilkins had to hold Pratchett’s hand and guide him through his last explorations of the Discworld. ![]() Later, the author took to dictating to him. To start with, his job was “tidying up” pages covered in clashing layouts and fonts (Pratchett was very font-fickle). Photograph: Jane Bown/The ObserverĪs Pratchett needed more and more assistance, his personal assistant became more important to him. The description of the day Pratchett’s daughter, Rhianna, was born, for example, is so animated by love, it’s as if this treasured moment was a jewel that Pratchett placed in Wilkins’s care, to ensure it would not be stolen away by the embuggerance. His closeness to the subject means that the book is sometimes joyfully, sometimes painfully, intimate. Moments like that can supplant your memories of what a person was like before here, Wilkins, who started working for the author in 2000, attempts to recover Pratchett pre-dementia. He once accidentally donated £50,000 to Bath Postal Museum, for instance. There are heartbreaking and funny stories in A Life With Footnotes – started by Pratchett himself but written and completed by his longtime assistant Rob Wilkins – about the things that Pratchett’s shrinking brain made him do. He got Pratchett through the back of his cerebral cortex and shrank his brain, something he referred to as “an embuggerance”.Ĭaring for someone who has dementia is an overwhelmingly vivid experience, full of pain and comedy. The Death who stalks Pratchett’s Discworld is a lonely, bewildered figure, unable to understand why he’s possibly not the ideal person to adopt a little girl, or why people are unsettled by the idea of him dressing up as Santa. No one else has written about death in a way that would make a nine-year-old want to play with him. Few people have written as much about death as Pratchett. ![]() ![]() T he day Terry Pratchett died, in 2015, my nine-year-old made a model of a bearded man in a big hat holding hands with Death. ![]()
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