REVIEW: Maskerade
(Reviewed with help from Robin Bland and David Agnew. Thanks, guys)
While
Soul Music holds a special place in my heart for being the first Discworld book I read, thanks to the animated adaptation,
Maskerade, while not quite as fondly remembered, holds a not dissimilar place. After all, it was not only one of the first Witches books that I can remember reading, but it was also the first (and, to date, only) Pratchett adaptation I have seen on stage...
Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg are restless. With Magrat now Queen of Lancre, their coven has been reduced to two, and they need something to do. When magically talented Agnes Nitt heads to Ankh-Morpork to make her fortune, and Granny Weatherwax learns that Nanny Ogg has been cheated out of a lot of money for a very raunchy cookbook, the two witches head off to Ankh-Morpork. But Agnes, upon becoming a singer at the Opera House, has found out that opera has a magic and madness all of its own, with a mysterious Ghost alternately killing people and giving compliments and criticism to performances, money being spent left, right and centre, and a bizarre group working behind the scenes. Agnes may be trying to avoid getting caught up with the witches, but she may not have a choice. Everyone has a secret, from noted tenor Enrico Basilica to awkward odd-job man Walter Plinge, from organist Andre to musical director Mr Salzella. But is the Ghost really a madman? Who is he? And can Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg manage to extricate Agnes Nitt from the mad world of opera?
While all of the Witches stories are, to one extent or another, accessible, I found
Maskerade, despite all the references to musicals and opera, the most accessible of them all. Maybe it might be due to having seen it on stage, or maybe it is the different character dynamics. Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg make the most marvellous double act, and, leaving aside the threefold nature of the coven, they seem to work best with just the two of them. And their quest, while initially a selfish one, soon blooms into a quite selfless one. We see the character of Agnes Nitt, a relatively minor character from
Lords and Ladies, blossom into a far more notable character and who I think is far more interesting than wet hen Magrat. The return of human Greebo is also welcome and enjoyable.
Of the other characters, almost all of them are interesting, even when they don't have any real depth. Salzella oozes smarm, Henry Slugg/Basilica is amusing, and Christine, while shrill and annoying, is at least entertaining enough to cover her annoying tendencies. Walter Plinge, while apparently both a reference to a stage pseudonym and Frank Spencer from
Some Mothers Do 'Ave 'Em (which I have never watched, and I have only noticed the connection that Frank Spencer has with
Maskerade while researching this review), is perhaps the most interesting of all, even if, at the very end, his character development seems disappointing in the way his nature developed. Indeed, Agnes calls him out on it.
The plotline is a rather simple and singular one, but this is one of the cases where, even if you don't understand all the references, you can still enjoy it. The story is extremely entertaining, driving you along at a rollicking pace and with enough of a jokes per minute density that you will still laugh frequently, even without knowing the in-jokes. There is no big threat to Lancre or the world at large, just mad, mad opera.
However, it is this simplicity that is the downfall of
Maskerade and the one thing holding it back from perfection. The few actual side-plots are dealt with fairly quickly, and if you actually think about it, the twist surrounding the Ghost is actually quite obvious from early on. And I share Agnes' disappointment with how Walter turns out in the end, as I thought him better than that.
Mad, operatic, and funny as hell,
Maskerade, while not the best of the Witches stories overall, is certainly the most entertaining from my point of view. This vicious cabaret about masks and madness and music sweeps you from beginning to end on a wave of enjoyment and ends with a lovely bow.
Special New Utterance Rating Trial: Ooh.
First words: The wind howled.
Last words: 'Isn't this
nice,' she said.
Whether this one is the last or not, well, I dunno. But let's see if anyone spots the joke.