The knighthood is a mistake. I was shocked to hear that Terry Pratchett had been awarded a knighthood.
I love reading Pratchett’s books, as you know, and I think he is a wonderful author. Is he deserving of the knighthood? Absolutely, much more than all those bureaucrats who get their MBEs and OBEs every year.
But I don’t like the sound of it. To start with, there’s his name. Terry. It reminds me of towels and bathrobes, things that are fluffy and white, but not particularly funny or intelligent. Terry is just the perfect name for a Pomeranian. All right, maybe even a Shih Tzu or a Westie, but that’s as far as I will go. I wouldn’t even go far as to include Lhasa Apsos – with their long hair, they are more Silky than Terry. But however you look at it, “Terry” certainly does not fit 60 year old English writers, even if they are very funny.
Still, as names go, Terry is no worse than Chuck and Rod and Rob and Randy. I can say these names with a straight face now, without stopping to wonder whether the name says something about the person.
But did the Queen then have to go and tack on a “Sir” to it? My mind is still coming to terms with the idea of a “Sir Terry”. Who or what, exactly, is a Sir Terry? A towel in shining armor? A beach towel that will win Olympic gold medals in fencing while saving bathers from crabs?
I must admit, though, whatever it is, it sounds straight out of a DiscWorld novel.
So Sir Terry is now a Commander of the British Empire. It is, perhaps appropriate, given that the British Empire is now only as real as DiscWorld is.
Still, I wish the Queen had given Pratchett a more appropriate title. I am inviting suggestions for appropriate titles here. Maybe something like “Big Chief Wizard Who Wields a Pen like a Paintbrush” ? Now, that would actually mean something.