Moist von Lipwig was a con artist, a fraud and a man faced with a life choice - be hanged, or put Ankh-Morpork’s ailing postal service back on its feet.
It was a tough decision, but perhaps there’s a shot at redemption for a man who’s prepared to push the envelope.
Pratchett again uses his “Discworld” where anything can happen, and it often does, as a parody of our own.
This time it's not a battle between Trolls and Dwarves, but a battle between the services of the Clacks Towers (read electronic communication) and that of the Post Office (read “snail mail”).
Maybe our Post Office could use a hero like Moist von Lipwig to remind us that in an email, you cannot include a pressed flower, smell the perfumed pages, or even seal it with a kiss. Well, not a real one anyway.
In this crazy modern world, how many of us could end up “going postal”?