It is with heavy sadness that we report that Terry Pratchett, brilliant author and satirist, has passed away on March 12th, 2015 at the age of 66.
Pratchett’s daughter, author Rhianna Pratchett and his UK publisher Penguin Random House have confirmed the news with a statement via Larry Finlay, MD at Transworld Publishers:
I was deeply saddened to learn that Sir Terry Pratchett has died. The world has lost one of its brightest, sharpest minds.
In over 70 books, Terry enriched the planet like few before him. As all who read him know, Discworld was his vehicle to satirize this world: he did so brilliantly, with great skill, enormous humour and constant invention.
Terry faced his Alzheimer’s disease (an ’embuggerance’, as he called it) publicly and bravely. Over the last few years, it was his writing that sustained him. His legacy will endure for decades to come.
My sympathies go out to Terry’s wife Lyn, their daughter Rhianna, to his close friend Rob Wilkins, and to all closest to him.”
Terry passed away in his home, with his cat sleeping on his bed surrounded by his family on 12th March 2015. Diagnosed with Posterior Cortical Atrophy in 2007, he battled the progressive disease with his trademark determination and creativity, and continued to write. He completed his last book, a new Discworld novel, in the summer of 2014, before succumbing to the final stages of the disease.
We ask that the family are left undisturbed at this distressing time.
A Just Giving page donating to the Research Institute to the Care of Older People (RICE) has been set up in his memory: https://www.justgiving.com/Terry-Pratchett
Born in 1948, Pratchett left school at 17 to start working for the Bucks Free Press, and eventually became Press Officer for the Central Electricity Generating Board, a position he only left in 1987, after finishing the fourth Discworld novel, Mort. The series, begun in 1983, covers a variety of themes including magic, death, and journalism, often satirizes different elements of fantasy, and quickly became one of the most astonishingly fleshed out fictional worlds in all of literature, Discworld. The Discworld books make merry work of conventional fantasy landscapes (the austere school of magic, the mystical elven realm, the home of Death himself) while giving us such memorable characters as Rincewind, Samuel Vimes, Granny Weatherwax, and Susan Sto Helit. He also co-wrote the apocalyptic satire Good Omens with Neil Gaiman, and most recently published a “parallel earth” series with Stephen Baxter.
After being diagnosed with PCA he worked to increase awareness of Alzheimers, including working with the BBC to create a two-part documentary series about living with the illness, which won a BAFTA.
Pratchett was awarded nine honorary Doctorates, the 2001 Carnegie Medal for Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, and, in 2010, the World Fantasy Award for Life Achievement. He received a knighthood for “services to literature” in the 2009 UK New Year Honours list, and was previously appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 1998.
The announcement of Terry’s passing was all too appropriate:
AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.
— Terry Pratchett (@terryandrob) March 12, 2015
Terry took Death’s arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.
— Rhianna Pratchett (@rhipratchett) March 12, 2015
Thank you, Terry, for giving us so much.
Buggrit.
“WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?”
I’m saddened beyond words. Rest in Peace, Sir Terry.
I’m sure Death has a room reserved for Sir Pratchett in the afterlife, in Mon Repos, with a typewriter and stacks of paper, so that he can continue doing what he loved most.
Rest in Peace.
The only thought that gives me joy right now is what kind of conversation he must have had with Death!
My heart is so heavy by this news.
If you check out Pratchett’s Twitter, there is a lovely little series of tweets of him leaving with Death.
My deepest condolences to his family. Now if anyone wants me, I’m going to go cry in a corner for a little while. His writings were the bedrock of my youth. The world has lost a great humanist today.
Knowing this was coming does not make it better. I have loved his books for a long time, but recently, I read Tiffany Aching and the Wee Free Men with my daughter. He was a great writer.
Gods, another of the best gone far too young. Condolences to his family.
I am racking my brain to find the right words, but they are just not there. Did they leave with him? I think there might be some gaps in the OED now.
I guess that’s why I didn’t want to get up today.
I first started reading Discworld maybe a year and a half ago, and immediately started kicking myself for not having done it years ago.
Pterry wrote the books I wish I had written. His voice was the one I wish I had. I’ll miss him.
I wish I could toast him now with a pun, but I’m just not clever enough to come up with one.
I heard the news on the Radio a while back and it was one of those “what?!!!” moments.
I’m sat here with tears in my eyes, I was never fortunate enough to meet him in the flesh, but he was such a big part of reading through the years, and his books helped me get through some difficult times (I discovered him whilst at a boarding school I hated, at the recommendation of one of an English teacher).
He was one of the best authors whose work I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading, and by all accounts a great guy in person as well.
I think Phuzz (and Foul Ole Ron) sum it up nicely, “buggrit”
“All right,” said Susan. “I’m not stupid. You’re saying humans need… fantasies to make life bearable.”
REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.
“Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little—”
YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.
“So we can believe the big ones?”
YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.
“They’re not the same at all!”
YOU THINK SO? THEN TAKE THE UNIVERSE AND GRIND IT DOWN TO THE FINEST POWDER AND SIEVE IT THROUGH THE FINEST SIEVE AND THEN SHOW ME ONE ATOM OF JUSTICE, ONE MOLECULE OF MERCY. AND YET—Death waved a hand. AND YET YOU ACT AS IF THERE IS SOME IDEAL ORDER IN THE WORLD, AS IF THERE IS SOME…SOME RIGHTNESS IN THE UNIVERSE BY WHICH IT MAY BE JUDGED.
“Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what’s the point—”
MY POINT EXACTLY.”
? Terry Pratchett, Hogfather
…RIP, Terry Pratchett.
Death brought the Sword, this time.
We’ll miss you, Sir Terry.
omg no. :(
My heart can’t take this. First Nimoy now Pratchett? I can’t even read the other comments because I will probably start crying (and not a great idea at work) but damn, so sad now.
And as sad as I am I can’t imagine how his family is doing :( greatest condolences.
Now I’m freaking out about the rule of three though…
Now all my favourite authors are gone. He was the last one. World seems so grim without waiting for the next Discworld novel…
Now I remember all the nights with books I could not stop reading no matter what school exams awaited me in the morning, all the funny looks of people on the train when I started to laugh out loud suddenly while reading, all the quotes I use way too often…
I really want to read some Discworld now, but can’t, it’s all sort of blurry like looking through a waterfall…
This is incredibly sad news.
For years i’ve been trying to keep up with Pratchett and his impressive output of books and I had come to the conclusion that he would always been at least a dozen books ahead of me. It saddens me that one day I might be all caught up because Pratchett is no longer writing away like a mad wizard always finding news ways to make poke fun at the world. He wasn’t just a funny author, he was a deep thinking who could philosophize while goofing around, maitaining both aspects of the conversation fresh, alive, and in balance.
A master has left us.
Monty Oum, February 1st, age 33.
Leonard Nimoy, February 27th, age 83.
Terry Pratchett, March 12th, age 66.
and still no hover boards/cars,
2015 sucks.
Colin R. @13–I would upvote you if I could. :) That’s why Hogfather is one of my favorite novels ever.
Goodbye Sir Pratchett
Terry’s brain did the opposite – he made the ordinary into the miraculous, and the usual into the hilarious.
Isis lives, dictators live, our government goes on and on and TERRY PRATCHETT DIES!!! There is no justice in this world! I loved that man and his fancies. Enter into rest Sir Terry.
Sir Terry made the fantastical real. Say no more. He will be very sadly missed but forever alive in my Disc World escapism. Sympathy and love to his family at this devastating time. Rest in peace Terry.
The world is a little darker and a lot less funny.
Literally a lot less funny. Sir Terry is on of the few people who make deliberately funny works. Most other works the funny is only incidental.
Sir Pterry had a large hand in shaping my worldview.
This one hurt.
He was my favourite author. His books introduced me to so many people, including some of my best friends, and my eventual partner. I miss him already.
http://megpie71.dreamwidth.org/52818.html
(my longer reaction piece).
SQUEAK.
Rest in peace to a man who brought much joy to all of our lives. Too soon, too soon.
S
So so sad indeed which caused me to create my own little memoriam for him: https://brettfish.wordpress.com/2015/03/12/death-becomes-him-ode-to-terry-pratchett
So sadly ironic that such a sharp mind was the area where he was afflicted, but what an immense legacy he leaves behind.
He will be missed
love brett fish
As long as he has his potato he will be ok.
Rest in peace you genius. May Death be as kind to you as you were to him.
I felt terrible when I first heard this. I really wish I could have met him, but alas, it was not meant to be. Until Death comes for me as well, Sir Pratchett.
Millennium hand and shrimp, I said, I said. Buggrit.
*quietly throws out a handwritten sign saying ‘I ATENT DEAD’*
Sad to hear of Sir Terry’s death.
He was wise, witty and funny, I met him once in Edinburgh before he was famous. He struck me as very polite , very english and a great big michevous kid. Terry wrote over 70 books I have about 50 and promise I will now read every one.
Death has come Terry, teach him your wisdom.