“I will retire to my quarters,” said Teppic coldly. “I have much to think about.” “Therefore I will have dinner sent in,” said the priest. “It will be roast chicken.” “I hate chicken.” Dios smiled. “No, sire. On Wednesdays the king always enjoys chicken, sire.”
For the first time, I relate to a Pratchett character. Why must the context be so ignorant and racist?
Because he was a white British guy in the 80s when he wrote this. It's a bad joke in and of itself.
What does one do reading personal truths flanked by (to my modern mind) inexcusable authorial core beliefs?
Trust the reviews that say he grows and gets better, and that this book is "one of the bad ones" in this context. It's tough to see him find his comedic voice with a premise like this, though. It's a shitty bag of mixed emotions.
These are full-book feelings, not necessarily represented by this quote.
