My kid and I are discovering Terry Pratchett together -- this was entirely delightful!
I'm sitting here at the zoo with fries and Tillie Walden and the sun is about to go down so I should put my hoodie on but also I don't want to put this down.
This was first published in 1996 and that's when I first read it. I remembered that Maya was a Camera. I remembered the Russian dystopia. I had forgotten about the whale. I had forgotten the ending. This is a book for dwelling-within; it'll be a day or two before I can pick up something else.
I've been reading this for a month now, in fits and starts, with entire other books in the intervals. It's rough going.