WINNER OF THE 2023 LOCUS AWARD FOR NON-FICTION WINNER OF THE BRITISH SCIENCE FICTION
ASSOCIATION AWARD FOR BEST NON-FICTION FINALIST FOR THE HUGO AWARD FOR BEST RELATED WORK
SHORTLISTED FOR THE BRITISH FANTASY AWARD FOR BEST NON-FICTION 'Always readable illuminating
and honest. It made me miss the real Terry.' - Neil Gaiman 'Sometimes joyfully sometimes
painfully intimate . . . it is wonderful to have this closeup picture of the writer's working
life.' - Frank Cottrell-Boyce Observer -------- At the time of his death in 2015
award-winning and bestselling author Sir Terry Pratchett was working on his finest story yet -
his own. The creator of the phenomenally bestselling Discworld series Terry Pratchett was
known and loved around the world for his hugely popular books his smart satirical humour and
the humanity of his campaign work. But that's only part of the picture. Before his untimely
death Terry was writing a memoir: the story of a boy who aged six was told by his teacher that
he would never amount to anything and spent the rest of his life proving him wrong. For Terry
lived a life full of astonishing achievements: becoming one of the UK's bestselling and most
beloved writers winning the prestigious Carnegie Medal and being awarded a knighthood. Now
the book Terry sadly couldn't finish has been written by Rob Wilkins his former assistant
friend and now head of the Pratchett literary estate. Drawing on his own extensive memories
along with those of the author's family friends and colleagues Rob unveils the full picture
of Terry's life - from childhood to his astonishing writing career and how he met and coped
with what he called the 'Embuggerance' of Alzheimer's disease. A deeply moving and personal
portrait of the extraordinary life of Sir Terry Pratchett written with unparalleled insight
and filled with funny anecdotes this is the only official biography of one of our finest
authors. -------- 'Spins magic from mundanity in precisely the way Pratchett himself did.' -
Telegraph 'As frank funny and unsentimental as anything its subject might have produced
himself.' - Mail on Sunday
