In The Color of Magic we are transported (not really) to a fictional world that may be a cross between the wild west, the middle ages and Monty Python (without the humor). A local wizard named Rincewind, who has no discernable wizarding skills, is obliged to keep a tourist, Twoflower, with a luggage full of gold alive as he tours discworld…a planet that no one ever and I mean EVER tours. Fending off many who want the gold and don’t care how they get the gold, Rincewind is put to the test many times over.
“Picturesque meant – he decided after careful observation of the scenery that inspired Twoflower to use the word – that the landscape was horribly precipitous. Quaint, when used to describe the occasional village through which they passed, meant fever-ridden, and tumble-down. Twoflower was a tourist, the first ever seen on the Discworld. Tourist, Rincewind had decided, meant ‘Idiot.”
For me this was a rambling bit of writing where when the author, Terry Pratchett, met an impasse simply or complexly made a plot twist. The novel got good reviews from others, but it was not to my liking.