CalmgroveThe Unfranked Man
James Farley Post Office Building, New YorkGoing Postal by Terry Pratchett.
Corgi, 2005 (2004).
‘Yes, well, you know what we used to say: you do have to be mad to work here!’ said the Worshipful Master.
Chapter FiveThe phrase which inspired the title of this novel refers to a distressing period in the US postal service when certain disgruntled postal workers were involved in mass shootings of colleagues and the public: ‘going postal’ meant resorting to extreme violence to express resentment, frustration or mental disturbance, though now it’s casually used as the equivalent of ‘going mad’ in a social situation.
In Pratchett’s hands the phrase becomes a way to focus his anger through critiquing a number of societal ills – the decimation of public services, for example, and corporate greed – while using his trademark humour not only to satirise corruption but also to portray those who might otherwise appear to be social inadequates instead of as individuals worthy of respect and admiration.
But our attention is focused on Moist Von Lipwig, a petty fraudster in his twenties (“I’m Moist!”) who is offered, by Lord Vetinari no less, a chance to redeem himself as the newly appointed Postmaster in Ankh-Morpork. The question we ask ourselves is, will – echoing Herodotus and the inscription on New York’s 1914 Post Office – neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stop him fulfilling his brief?
Royal West of England Academy © C A LovegroveAs usual in the Discworld the plot is twisty and witty – and there’s even a kitty involved – but it basically boils down to the principle of setting a thief to catch a thief. Lipwig’s nemesis turns out to be Reacher Gilt, the apotheosis of every asset-stripper you can think of, a pirate of the high ds (that’s Ankh-Morpork dollars to you). Not only is he visually and punnily a compound of Edward Teach alias Blackbeard and Long John Silver but he has a mercenary cockatoo which screeches the percentage equivalent of “Pieces of eight!”
Reacher has control of the Discworld’s equivalent of the internet, a web of semaphore communication towers with Tump Tower at its centre. And in common with many such men he has pared the system to the bone, reducing efficiency and endangering lives while ignoring the principle which our conman Lipwig belatedly comes to recognise, the proposition that profit needs “to spread around the whole of society.”
Pratchett expertly keeps the story bubbling over, with an initiation ritual for Lipwig as the Unfranked Man, the surprising revival of the moribund institution, and a crisis almost precisely at the two-thirds mark. There’s a love interest for Lipwig, the chain-smoking Adora Bella Dearheart (who seems to embody the enterprise of Amelia Earhart and the intellectual shrewdness of Ada Lovelace), but though he’s infatuated with her we wonder if she comes to be merely fond of him. There are also the remnant post office workers Tolliver Groat and Stanley Howler, golems galore, a banshee, and a pair of tough coachmen whose forenames curiously echo the late Victorian writer Henry James. In fact, this in many ways is a 19th-century novel, with prefatory chapter synopses and a paucity of Pratchett’s otherwise familiar footnotes.
For me, athwart the serious messages Pratchett embeds in his stories are the quiet in-jokes that the former regional reporter fits in. Take as just one example the god Blind Io, which seems to puzzle many fans on Pratchett forums: just south of Bristol is the wonderfully named river Blind Yeo which whenever we drove over it we’d cry “Yeo-oh!” When working for Bristol’s Western Daily Press Pratchett would’ve crossed over the same bridge many a time, and the name will have stuck in his memory just as it still does in ours. This ranks as merely one of the many instances of the author “funning around” amidst engineered catastrophes and grocer’s apostrophes and sly literary references to Tolkien, Rowling and others.
And it turns out that neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night – nor indeed fire and malice – can stop letters and words getting through in Discworld, thanks to the Unfranked Man.
Read for Kristen of WeBeReading,com’s #MarchMagics and as March’s title for Adam of RoofBeamReader’s #TBRyear10 Challenge. First posted 28th March 2023 and then for #MarchMagics2026.
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