“We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.”
Title: The Name of The Wind
Author: Patrick Rothfuss
Page Count: 662 pages
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Publisher: Daw Books
Release Date: April 2007
Buy It: Chapters Indigo
MY NAME IS KVOTHE
I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.
You may have heard of me.
So begins a tale unequaled in fantasy literature–the story of a hero told in his own voice. It is a tale of sorrow, a tale of survival, a tale of one man’s search for meaning in his universe, and how that search, and the indomitable will that drove it, gave birth to a legend.
How does one write a review for this epic story? Nothing I say will do it justice and yet I want to try because it was completely ethralling. I’ve never read anything like it. Sure people compare it to Harry Potter and Lord of The Rings but it’s really not like either of them or a mash of them. The Name of The Wind is entirely its own.
For years people have been telling me, you’ll love this one you have to read it. And I kept brushing it off, yeah yeah I’ll get to it I used to say. Man am I ever regretting putting it off this long. The sheer length of it had me thinking it would take months to read it. It only took me a week and a half! That’s how engaged I was. Reading Rothfuss’ words was like wading through a swimming pool, smooth and effortless.
I have this problem with high fantasy/sci fi when there’s a lead male character. Why? Because they can be so incredibly whiny and full of 17 year old boy angst. See The Magicians and Oryx & Crake to name a few. I loathed both lead males in those two books which ultimately made the book come short for me. Kvothe in The Name of The Wind was everything I ever wanted in a male lead character. There was SO MUCH depth to him. I’ve seen a few reviews that mention he is good at everything and has everything come to him easily which I have to disagree with. He was naturally good at playing the lute for example but it was his practice and dedication for YEARS and overcoming obstacles with it that eventually leads Kvothe to be a bit of a protegee. I know someone will argue that he cheated, sure but did he learn from this? Yes. Will he continue to learn this lesson in book 2? Oh yes. I will fight to the ends of the Earth about how wonderful this character is.
Auri was like a special snowflake I’ve always wanted to meet. That is all I will say about her.
The rest of the cast is well flushed and each one has such a specific purpose in Kvothe’s life.
Holy smokes. This is some of the most beautiful writing I have ever read. I just couldn’t stop. I felt immersed and completely transported. This is how book should be written. And I completely am on board with however long it takes him to write the final chapter of Kvothe’s life. The words were so powerful I teared up quite a few times throughout the book. The only other book to pull tears out of me was The Art of Racing In The Rain.
I’m so happy to have finally read this novel. It’s so nice to meet you Kvothe.