Terry Pratchett’s Going Postal is yet another tale from the mythical land of Discworld.

After faking con man Alfred Spangler’s execution, the lord of Ankh-Morpork gives him a job instead. As the new postmaster of Ankh-Morpork, Spangler (a pseudonym, actually) must re-start the post office after twenty years of inactivity. Along the way he employs his knowledge of forgery to invent postage stamps, revolutionizing the way the mail is handled.

In addition to running the post office, Spangler must expose the corrupt Grand Truck communications company, an internet/telegraph-like network of “semaphore towers,” avoiding sabotage to the postal service (via the owner of the Grand Trunk) along the way.

It turns out Vetinari, the slightly tyrannical (but cool) lord of Ankh-Morpork, picked the right man for the job, as Spangler (or “Moist van Lipwig,” as is real name is) soon begins to enjoy his new job as postmaster.

Going Postal is filled with Terry Pratchett’s signature humor, as you’ll see quickly upon opening the book.

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