In Pursuit of My Own Library

I have apparently hit a slump in the Discworld.  The satire has become on the most obvious of topics.  They built this city on music with rocks in it, everyone.  The largest downside to this topic are the references.  I grew up listening to music from bygone days for my age group, but this novel stretched my knowledge of rock history.  It was distracting. The disasters of fame and fortune are the meat of the satire, but I couldn't get passed trying to figure out which rock stars were being used for cultural reference.  This is entirely a personal problem and may not bother many other readers.  I just have to put the imagery together in my mind.  If you don't have to waste your brain on connecting fiction with fact, then this could be a very entertaining book for you.

Gonnes don't kill people; people kill people.  Well if that isn't the most cliche thing I have ever read.  Except this is Discworld, where the gonnes can do the killing for themselves, thank you very much.  While the story of Men at Arms  is an incredibly fun read from a character development viewpoint, it disappointed after Lords and Ladies .  I guess that is the hazard of reading the series in publication order. Captain Vimes is about to retire from the City Watch and marry one of the richest women in Ankh-Morpork.  He will turn his badge in for gentlemanly leisure.  He is looking down the barrel of -- okay, okay, I won't finish that cliche pun.  He faces the vacuum that every person who has dedicated their lives to their career faces with complete denial.  It helps that the largest crime spree Ankh-Morpork has seen is occurring. There was plenty of humor.  Terry Pratchett has never failed me on that.  I'm just too exhausted of the social satire for this one.  Fir