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Making Money: (Discworld Novel 36) par [Pratchett, Terry]
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Chapter 1

Waiting in darkness – A bargain sealed – The hanging man – Golem with a blue dress – Crime and punishment – A chance to make real money – The chain of gold-ish – No unkindness to bears – Mr Bent keeps time

THEY LAY IN THE DARK, guarding. There was no way of measuring the passage of time, nor any inclination to measure it. There was a time when they had not been here, and there would be a time, presumably, when they would, once more, not be here. They would be somewhere else. This time in between was immaterial.

But some had shattered and some, the younger ones, had gone silent.

The weight was increasing.

Something must be done.

One of them raised his mind in song.

It was a hard bargain, but hard on whom? That was the question. And Mr Blister the lawyer wasn’t getting an answer. He would have liked an answer. When parties are interested in unprepossessing land, it might pay for smaller parties to buy up any neighbouring plots, just in case the party of the first part had heard something, possibly at a party.

But it was hard to see what there was to know.

He gave the woman on the other side of his desk a suitably concerned smile.

‘You understand,Miss Dearheart, that this area is subject to dwarf mining law? That means all metals and metal ore are owned by the Low King of the dwarfs. You will have to pay him a considerable royalty on any that you remove. Not that there will be any, I’m bound to say. It is said to be sand and silt all the way down, and apparently it is a very long way down.’

He waited for any kind of reaction from the woman opposite, but she just stared at him. Blue smoke from her cigarette spiralled towards the office ceiling.

‘Then there is the matter of antiquities,’ said the lawyer, watching as much of her expression as could be seen through the haze. ‘The Low King has decreed that all jewellery, armour, ancient items classified as Devices, weaponry, pots, scrolls or bones extracted by you from the land in question will also be subject to a tax or confiscation.’

Miss Dearheart paused as if to compare the litany against an internal list, stubbed out her cigarette and said: ‘Is there any reason to believe that there are any of these things there?’

‘None whatsoever,’ said the lawyer, with a wry smile. ‘Everyone knows that we are dealing with a barren waste, but the King is insuring against “what everyone knows” being wrong. It so often is.’

‘He is asking a lot of money for a very short lease!’

‘Which you are willing to pay. This makes dwarfs nervous, you see. It’s very unusual for a dwarf to part with land, even for a few years. I gather he needs the money because of all this Koom Valley business.’

‘I’m paying the sum demanded!’

‘Quite so, quite so. But I—’

‘Will he honour the contract?’

‘To the letter. That at least is certain. Dwarfs are sticklers in such matters. All you need to do is sign and, regrettably, pay.’

Miss Dearheart reached into her bag and placed a thick sheet of paper on the table. ‘This is a banker’s note for five thousand dollars, drawn on the Royal Bank of Ankh-Morpork.’

The lawyer smiled. ‘A name to trust,’ he said, and added: ‘traditionally, at least. Do sign where I’ve put the crosses, will you?’

He watched carefully as she signed, and she got the impression he was holding his breath.

‘There,’ she said, pushing the contract across the desk.

‘Perhaps you could assuage my curiosity, madam?’ he said. ‘Since the ink is drying on the lease?’

Miss Dearheart glanced around the room, as if the heavy old bookcases concealed a multitude of ears. ‘Can you keep a secret, Mr Blister?’

‘Oh, indeed, madam. Indeed!’

She looked around conspiratorially. ‘Even so, this should be said quietly,’ she hissed.

He nodded hopefully, leaned forward, and for the first time for many years felt a woman’s breath in his ear:

So can I,’ she said.

That was nearly three weeks ago . . .

Some of the things you could learn up a drainpipe at night were surprising. For example, people paid attention to small sounds – the click of a window catch, the clink of a lockpick – more than they did to big sounds, like a brick falling into the street or even (for this was, after all, Ankh-Morpork) a scream.

These were loud sounds which were therefore public sounds, which in turn meant they were everyone’s problem and, therefore, not mine. But small sounds were nearby and suggested such things as stealth betrayed, and so were pressing and personal.

Therefore, he tried not to make little noises.

Below him the coach yard of the Central Post Office buzzed like an overturned hive. They’d got the turntable working really well now. The overnight coaches were arriving and the new Uberwald Flyer was gleaming in the lamplight. Everything was going right, which was, to the night-time climber, why everything was going wrong.

The climber thrust a brick key into soft mortar, shifted his weight, moved his foo—

Damn pigeon! It flew up in panic, his other foot slipped, his fingers lost their grip on the drainpipe, and when the world had stopped churning he was owing the postponement of his meeting with the distant cobbles to his hold on a brick key which was, let’s face it, nothing more than a long flat nail with a t-piece grip.

And you can’t bluff a wall, he thought. If you swing you might Making Money get your hand and foot on the pipe, or the key might come out.

Oh . . . kay . . .

He had more keys and a small hammer. Could he knock one in without losing his grip on the other?

Above him the pigeon joined its colleagues on a higher ledge.

The climber thrust the nail into the mortar with as much force as he dared, pulled the hammer out of his pocket and, as the Flyer departed below with a clattering and jingling, hit the nail one massive blow.

It went in. He dropped the hammer, hoping the sound of its impact would be masked by the general bustle, and grabbed the new hold before the hammer had hit the ground.

Oh . . . kay. And now I am . . . stuck?

The pipe was less than three feet away. Fine. This would work. Move both hands on to the new hold, swing gently, get his left hand around the pipe, and he could drag himself across the gap. Then it would be just—

The pigeon was nervous. For pigeons, it’s the ground state of being. It chose this point to lighten the load.

Oh . . . kay. Correction: two hands were now gripping the suddenly very slippery nail.

Damn.

And at this point, because nervousness runs through pigeons faster than a streaker through a convent, a gentle patter began.

There are times when ‘It does not get any better than this’ does not spring to mind.

And then a voice from below said: ‘Who’s up there?’

Thank you, hammer. They can’t possibly see me, he thought. People look up from the well-lit yard with their night vision in shreds. But so what? They know I’m here now.

Oh . . . kay.

‘All right, it’s a fair cop, guv,’ he called down.

‘A thief, eh?’ said the voice below.

‘Haven’t touched a thing, guv. Could do with a hand up, guv.’

‘Are you Thieves’ Guild? You’re using their lingo.’

‘Not me, guv. I always use the word guv, guv.’

He wasn’t able to look down very easily now, but sounds below indicated that ostlers and off-duty coachmen were strolling over. That was not going to be helpful. Coachmen met most of their thieves out on lonely roads, where the highwaymen seldom bothered to ask sissy questions like ‘Your money or your life?’ When one was caught, justice and vengeance were happily combined by means of a handy length of lead pipe.

There was a muttering beneath him, and it appeared that a consensus had been reached.

‘Right, Mister Post Office Robber,’ a cheery voice bellowed. ‘Here’s what we’re gonna do, okay? We’re gonna go into the building, right, and lower you a rope. Can’t say fairer’n that, right?’

‘Right, guv.’

It had been the wrong kind of cheery. It had been the cheery of the word ‘pal’ as in ‘You lookin’ at me, pal?’ The Guild of Thieves paid a twenty-dollar bounty fee for a non-accredited thief brought in alive, and there were oh, so many ways of still being alive when you were dragged in and poured out on the floor.

He looked up. The window of the Postmaster General’s apartment was right above him.

Oh . . . kay.

His hands and arms were numb and yet painful at the same time. He heard the rattle of the big freight elevator inside the building, the thud of a hatch being slapped back, the footsteps across the roof, felt the rope hit his arm.

‘Grab it or drop,’ said a voice as he flailed to grasp it. ‘It’s all the same in the long run.’ There was laughter in the dark.

The men heaved hard at the rope. The figu...

From Publishers Weekly

Reprieved confidence trickster Moist von Lipwig, who reorganized the Ankh-Morpork Post Office in 2004's Going Postal, turns his attention to the Royal Mint in this splendid Discworld adventure. It seems that the aristocratic families who run the mint are running it into the ground, and benevolent despot Lord Vetinari thinks Moist can do better. Despite his fondness for money, Moist doesn't want the job, but since he has recently become the guardian of the mint's majority shareholder (an elderly terrier) and snubbing Vetinari's offer would activate an Assassins Guild contract, he reluctantly accepts. Pratchett throws in a mad scientist with a working economic model, disappearing gold reserves and an army of golems, once more using the Disc as an educational and entertaining mirror of human squabbles and flaws (Oct.)
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Bon, si vous n'avez jamais ouvert un Discworld (Disque-Monde en Français), il y a peu de chances que vous commenciez par celui-ci.
Si, comme moi, vous en avez eu marre d'attendre la traduction en français (au demeurant excellente, merci P. Couton), vous vous plongerez avec délice dans les nouvelles aventures de Moist von Lipwig. Malgré le fait que j'ai lu et relu les épisodes précédents, il n'empêche que je ne peux pas être blasé. Ce volume est hilarant en plus de développer une parabole intéressante sur les fondements du système économique. A offrir à votre banquier s'il a un minimum d'humour (improbable mais pas impossible).
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Très bon roman satirique sur le thème de la banque.
Sur un "malentendu" Moist LIPSWIG est catapulté à la tête de la banque Morphokienne avec pour mission de "faire de l'argent".
Les idées de Moist pour atteindre ce but ne sont cependant pas du goût des actionnaires...
Cette histoire semble "à peine" inspirée de l'actualité.
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C'est du Pratchett pur jus. Une bonne idée est adaptée, déformée et amplifiée par certains aspects. Tout est perdu? Mais non une bonne idée ne se perd jamais dans le discmonde, et cela donne l'occasion à de multiples échanges intéressants.
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An hilarious satire on money and banking very funny and worth reading. One of the best and funniest Terry Pratchett books that I have read.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Money made 8 janvier 2014
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I have to say as having read the previous 30 or so discworld books with there being no mention of the real economics or banking industry of the discworld in general and the history of the monetary system in Ankh –Morpork in particular, I was excited that Terry finally took a shot at the issue.

A few broad things: if you’re not into economics as much as I am, I think the book will hold up as a storyline in itself. This is the second books that I am aware of that has starred Moist Von Lipwig. I am still not sure as where he stands as a Pratchett character. He has some interesting traits, but doesn’t seem fully formed.

Small thing that is interesting to me: I like that Pratchett comes out against hard money, where the city is what gives currency value, not gold that was dug up in one place and the reburied in a vault (see pages 143-4 for a fun exchange on the nature of a currency’s value)

Key quote: ‘Hubert’s an economist. That’s like an alchemist but less messy.’

If you have not read any of Pratchett’s books, this is as good a place to start as any. I suppose the beginning may be better, but it is not wholly necessary. I started in medias res and everything ended up just fine.
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I am studiously reading and in some cases re-reading the entire 40+ book Disc World Series as I missed a few the first time around. Pratchett is a genius. It is pure pleasure to read his insightful and hilarious writings. Don't miss the books marked Young Adult as they kept my lips moving just fine.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Brilliant as always 9 avril 2014
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Having been a Pratchett fan for so many years I have learnt that his genius lies in not just one but a great many things. Firstly his ability to entertain. Then comes the fact that all his books are unexpected, smart and funny.

BUT, Pratchett has another genius to him: He can look into the past, then into the future and bring it all together in the present. This book was first published in 2007. The banks crashed in 2008 and governments had to spent billions to bail them out, using tax payers money.
We already see all that happening in Making Money. The abuse of power by the "fat cats" and then the government stepping in to try and prevent the man on the street from loosing all their money.

He has the ability to create characters that makes you think: I know someone like him/her, I wish I can meet this person or I am glad I will never have to deal with that person. They have so much depth and are really believable.
I love Vetinari and wish he was my city`s tyrant, and of course Mr Fusspot`s antics are endlessly entertaining. Then there`s Gladys, Igor, Adora Belle, Mr Slant and of course Moist and Mr Bent. There are so many more characters that are entertaining, but just too many to list.

I strongly recommend this book.

I could not help but notice that those who rated the book 1*star, were all early readers (2007/2008) and most of the 5* readers from later years (2009-2014).
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hell's bells. Thud was a Vimes thing; Dwarves vs Trolls.
this one's the book that's sort of after Going Postal; the guy who'd been put in charge of the post office is 'removed' (by Vetinari) and 'given' the
bank job. ('make it a success!')
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Do you ever wonder about the logic behind paper money? That's what Pratchett explores in this story. Moist von Lipwig, having turned the post office into a booming success, is itching for another challenge. Enter Vetinari, who arranges for him to take over the Ankh Morpork bank from the ruling mafia family. Great cast of supporting characters, including the fastidious banker with a terrible secret and the mouthy mafiosa who can't shut up. It's a story about a man, his adopted dog, and a dildo...and if you want to know what that means, you'll have to read the book.
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