If you are here simply because you want to know what I think of Patrick Rothfuss’ book The Name of The Wind, here’s the short version: as soon as I get done writing this post I am going to go add it to the list of best fantasy books that I started a couple of weeks ago.
The longer version is still going to be short, because I don’t want to spoil anything. I came to this book in the nicest possible way: I had never heard of it, someone recommended it to me, and I didn’t even know what genre it was when I opened it. I avoided reading the dust jacket or any reviews, and let the pages speak for themselves.
There are lots of those pages, nearly 700, and the book flew by in about 36 hours. If I had to write a summary of The Name of The Wind, I would say that it’s the first in a trilogy called The Kingkiller Chronicles. It is about a hero named Kvothe, who is obviously headed for a fall.
He starts as a roving member of a gypsy-type clan of performers. Things go very wrong and soon he is alone. He manages to survive on the streets for years and by the end of the book, he has risen through the ranks of The University, a very adult version of Hogwarts from the Harry Potter books.
The more his reputation grows, the more he enjoys being seen as a hero. And with every new act he performs it becomes more clear that when the heroism goes astray, it will do so on a grand scale. And of course, there’s a woman, who may or may not be at the heart of everything that happens to him (wink).
The book begins and ends with Kvothe telling his story to a man called The Chronicler, who has finally found him and has come to record the story.
I’m not willing to say more than that. It’s very very good, whether you like fantasy or not. And if you prefer fantasy you’re in for a treat.
Part 2 just came out. I’m on my way to get it today.