Wound up talking about Soul Music to my partner recently, and I described it as a story about grief and memory; Susan is grappling with the question of whether or not her grandfather (who is Capital-D Death, as it turns out) was responsible for her parentsā deaths, and winds up being dragged into her grandfatherās work because heās too busy trying to get blind drunk and forget about what heās done. Because despite himself, despite the fact he swears he can give up emotion whenever he wants, heās fucking aching in sorrow and guilt for having to do what he did, because he had to do it, because they chose to live a mortal life.
And then I paused and said, āAnd the main plot is that a welsh guy invents rock and roll,ā and I think thatās the discworld experience summed up
