“The Name of the Wind” Review
by Dan Spanner
Whew. I have finished reading Patrick Rothfuss’s “The Name of the Wind.”
I adore reading books of all sorts and sizes. Fantasy, though, tugs at my heart more than others.
I have fanatically enjoyed “Harry Potter,” “Pendragon,” “Percy Jackson,” “Mistborn,” “The Hunger Games,” and that’s only the recent series I’ve fallen for.
I enjoy the arc and art of fantastical series, and even so, standalone and solidary novels seem to stick with me the most— stories such as, “The Life of Pi,” “Neverwhere,” “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nigh-time,” and “Ready Player One.”
A single slice of fiction and discovery in one binding, that’s what I truly adore.
That being said, Rothfuss’s “The Name of the Wind” is the first in a currently unfinished three-book-series. This novel, though, stands alone. I even dare to say it’s one of the best books of fiction I’ve read.
Filled with magic, soul, youthfulness, intriguing relatable characters, and a deep understanding of the trials of poverty and the loss of things most dear, this novel is marvelously staple-fantasy.
It’s Rothfuss’s language that sets it apart from his formers. His diction is precise, thought-provoking, and streams with a similar melody only held in sheet music. In fact, if Rothfuss is not a musician himself, I’ll eat my favorite socks.
Unafraid to claim, I’ve felt warm tears trickle down my cheek when music is discussed in this wonderful book.
In short, I’ll say he gets it right. He understands the power of words and music down to a deep core.
Funny enough, the book released in 2007, but the popularity has grown and blossomed these past few years. Still a book only known to the fiction-addicts, I’ll leave you with a rumor about its sudden sprout into fame.
The full series, known as “The Kingkiller Chronicles” may be made into a television series in the coming future, with the well adored, Lin Manuel Miranda in its works.
And to end, Lin says it himself, “No one writes about economic reality within this genre like Pat Rothfuss. The real-world weight of the sometimes impossible distance between the things you and want and need and what you have in your pocket. No one writes about music like Pat Rothfuss. The way it sneaks into your soul, the way it feeds you like nothing else. No one writes about stories like Pat Rothfuss. How the right story at the right time can change the world, how the teller can shape a life. No one writes like Pat Rothfuss. Full stop. Read this book.”
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