I suspect they actually meant Terry Pratchett, but David Whyte is certainly a contender. I read The Three Marriages expecting it to be awful because of the title, but came away with an unquenchable thirst for all his material.

(And I read the book after hearing him recite his poem, The Faces At Braga, which is the only piece of poetry that has ever moved me, a very level-headed and unemotional man despite my writing, to tears.)