Imagine you are a powerful leader — king, president, senator, mayor, what have you. You have been in your job for a very long time, and have secured a reputation as a tyrant (with modifiers ranging from benevolent to absolute, depending on who is doing the modifying, and how much they truly understand about what leadership requires). At the same time, you are smart and savvy enough (not only do you not miss anything, but you know the precise location and configuration of every possible thing those around you do miss) to know that nothing lasts forever, including your own term of leadership. What do you do?
On the surface, Terry Pratchett’s latest Discworld novel is about banking and finance. It’s the second book featuring Moist von Lipwig (introduced in Going Postal, a book ostensibly about the postal system in Mr. Pratchett’s all too realistically fictional city of Ankh-Morpork). Lipwig is a semi-reformed con man whom the city Patrician, the above referenced leader Lord Vetinari, spares from execution and sets to work serving the city.
In Going Postal, he resuscitates the city postal service. In Making Money, he is rewarded for his efforts by being given command of the city’s ailing Royal Bank. This being a Terry Pratchett novel, there are the required complications — including, guardianship of the dog that is the bank’s majority shareholder, missing gold, prison breaks, ancient golems, lecherous necromancers, the sudden return of a former con game partners — that Lipwig must navigate in order to keep the bank running and his skin intact.
That’s the surface story. The larger story concerns the questions posed above. This is pure speculation on my part, but the real point of the Lipwig story appears to be an attempt to answer the question How does a leader choose his successor?
In Mr. Pratchett’s previous outings, the civic leaders of Ankh-Morpork are regularly depicted as scheming incompetents with limited understanding of the reality of anything beyond their own ambition. They see power as something to grab in order to wield it as a blunt instrument. The Patrician, on the other hand, has developed his rule into a precision machine, one that keeps the city running as smoothly as so complex an organism can possibly run. What happens to that machine when he no longer operates the controls?
One possible answer is to find someone who doesn’t crave power, but who needs a challenge to feel truly alive. Then, having found such a person, to put them through a rigorous apprenticeship organizing large systems and ensuring that they not only function properly, but that people accept and embrace the integrity of these systems.
I could be wrong — predictions often are. At the same time, I read the Lipwig books as the education of the next Patrician. Presumably Mr. Pratchett still has plenty of Lord Vetinari stories to tell, but having crafted such a rich and sweeping world, I have to believe he thinks of such things. A suggestion near the end of the book would seem to bear out this speculation, but, of course, only time will tell.