
I got on Facebook a few days ago to see that Terry Pratchett, one of my favorite authors, had died.* It’s hard to mourn for someone who wrote about the Grim Reaper with such humor. My feed was filled with messages, pictures, and --fittingly-- quotes from DEATH, one of Sir Terry’s most beloved characters, and I wanted to post something myself** to acknowledge the influence that books like Soul Music, Small Gods, Thud!, Night Watch, and Thief of Time had on me, both as a person and as a writer. “But,” said this little voice in my head, “is that really the most important thing you could be talking about?”
There are also multiple posts in my feed today about combating racism, something I also feel strongly about. So why am I more inclined to say something about one famous guy dying than I am about that?*** Well, for one thing, posting about Terry Pratchett is easier. It's innocuous. It doesn’t expose me to criticism or praise or the need to reconsider my opinions or deepen my understanding. It’s like pretty much every other thing I post on social media: trivial.****
There are also multiple posts in my feed today about combating racism, something I also feel strongly about. So why am I more inclined to say something about one famous guy dying than I am about that?*** Well, for one thing, posting about Terry Pratchett is easier. It's innocuous. It doesn’t expose me to criticism or praise or the need to reconsider my opinions or deepen my understanding. It’s like pretty much every other thing I post on social media: trivial.****