Oh man. I’ve only actually ever read one of his Discworld books, but this is still sort of distressing news: Terry Pratchett announces he has Alzherimer’s disease. He seems pretty upbeat about it, though, which is good:
I would just like to draw attention to everyone reading the above that this should be interpreted as “I am not dead.” I will, of course, be dead at some future point, as will everybody else. For me, this maybe further off than you think — it’s too soon to tell. I know it’s a very human thing to say “Is there anything I can do,” but in this case I would only entertain offers from very high-end experts in brain chemistry.
Oh, and that one Discworld book was The Colour of Magic. I know, I know, it’s not the best one. Lots of people have told me I should skip ahead later in the series. But, see, I liked it. I had a copy lying around, and I am something of a completist anyway, so…
Here’s wishing Pratchett all the best. As he says, this isn’t a death sentence exactly, and he hopefully has many, many productive years still ahead of him.