Pratchett’s latest Discworld romp (The Fifth Elephant, p. 27, etc.) is a mystery-cum-satire. When the dwarfs invent a printing press with movable type, William de Worde, a reporter of rumors, decides—after warning the dwarfs how much trouble the device will cause—to establish a daily newsletter, The Ankh-Morpork Times. He enlists the city’s beggars as vendors, an engraver’s daughter as reporter, and a vampire who’s renounced blood as photographer. Soon, however, a sleazy rival hits the streets, The Ankh-Morpork Inquirer. Then the city’s ruling Patrician, Lord Vetinari, is discovered unconscious, apparently engaged in fleeing his home with $70,000 after stabbing his clerk. William, who always tells the truth—a curious and very rare quality hereabouts—examines the crime scene, assesses the peculiar evidence, and decides to investigate. An above-average entry in this durable, funny, and occasionally razor-edged series.