Wes Phillips

My admiration or Terry Pratchett is no secret, but to the uninitiated, an ouvre approaching 50 books must seem intimidating—not to mention indicative of a less-than-stellar consistency.

It's time for a new round of "Shakespeare debunking," arguing that the son of an illiterate laborer could never have written works so full of science, history, legal shenanigans, and aristocratic mores—that it must have been a cabal, one that included at least a few nobles.

I've been spending the last few days exploring Riley Rock Index, billed as music's megaportal—justifiably, I believe.