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Loading... The Wise Man's Fearby Patrick Rothfuss
In this exhilarating sequel to the Name Of The Wind Kvothe finds himself leaving the University heading to Amere in search of a patron. He comes to good terms with the ruler there which leads to a helpful symbiotic relationship. While on a mission for his patron he trains with Adem mercenaries. Becoming a extravagant swordsman in the process. To spare you a long dragging on review and to not give away too many details I'll stop here. This book was equal to if not better than the first in this series so ill give it a 15 if not 16 out of 10 any day. More of the first, this time falling into tediousness. I was trying to describe this series to my husband, which is a bit of a lost cause. He's not a reader, and when he does read he tends toward sci-fi or non-fiction, never fantasy. But I tried anyway, because I love rhapsodizing about my favorite books and authors. Anyway, this is the analogy I came up with: This book is like a wonderfully made chocolate candy. It's got a rich, silky layer of high-end chocolate that coats a creamy, coffee ganache center -- and in the very center is a dollop of the most delicious, wonderful caramel you've ever tasted. That's what this book is like. See, the silky, seemingly simple outer layer is the premise: The innkeeper, who is telling his story. But like any good chocolate (or story), it's far more complex than it originally appears; deceptive in it's simplicity. Rothfuss uses this premise as not simply a vehicle for the story itself, but as a piece of the larger whole. How did our protagonist anti-hero end up as the innkeeper? What role did he/ will he play in the troubles plaguing this little backwater town? Will he remain an innkeeper, or is he destined for more? How did he come by his companions? All these questions surround and envelope the rich coffee ganache center, the meat and shape of the story: The protagonist's life. How he came to be a legend in his own time, why he chose to fade into obscurity. And in the very center, there's the silky, caramalicious treat. You see, our protagonist is a story teller, so this book is threaded through with stories. Well, duh, you may say. It is a book. That is what books do -- tell a story. But no, you don't understand. These are stories within a story within a story. These are the stories people tell to each other when they learn an interesting fact or when they're out camping, or when you're on a really long car trip. They're the myths and urban legends and fairy tales that shape and color our worlds in ways we don't even realize. They're the throw-away stories, the legends and hopes and dreams -- the types of stories you could tell a 100 years ago or a 100 years from now, and the basic bones and structure would still be recognizable. Those are the types of stories that are scattered through the larger, overarching plot of the book -- the stories of this world. It is, quite simply, genius. It's a masterpiece of writing. It's beautiful and detailed and vibrant, and oh so very rich. It is like a well-made chocolate. 2nd Book of a series. I did not like it as much as the 1st book. It was long, and slow in many parts and I got bored during several parts. It was an okay story though and the voice acting in the audiobook was pretty good.
Rothfuss takes to the Hero’s Journey with a passion and depth that routinely turns the trite into the transcendent. Rothfuss works all the well-worn conventions of the genre, with a shadow cloak here and a stinging sword there and lots of wizardry throughout, blending a thoroughly prosaic prose style with the heft-of-tome ambitions of a William T. Vollmann. This is a great big book indeed, but not much happens—which, to judge by the success of its predecessor, will faze readers not a whit.
Amazon.com Amazon.com Review (ISBN 0756404738, Hardcover)Amazon Best Books of the Month, March 2011: The Wise Man's Fear continues the mesmerizing slow reveal of the story of Kvothe the Bloodless, an orphaned actor who became a fearsome hero before banishing himself to a tiny town in the middle of Newarre. The readers of Patrick Rothfuss's outstanding first book, The Name of the Wind, which has gathered both a cult following and a wide readership in the four years since it came out, will remember that Kvothe promised to tell his tale of wonder and woe to Chronicler, the king's scribe, in three days. The Wise Man's Fear makes up day two, and uncovers enough to satisfy readers and make them desperate for the full tale, from Kvothe's rapidly escalating feud with Ambrose to the shockingly brutal events that mark his transformation into a true warrior, and to his encounters with Felurian and the Adem. Rothfuss remains a remarkably adept and inventive storyteller, and Kvothe's is a riveting tale about a boy who becomes a man who becomes a hero and a killer, spinning his own mythology out of the ether until he traps himself within it. Drop everything and read these books. --Daphne Durham Author One-on-One: Patrick Rothfuss and Brandon Sanderson In an exclusive interview for Amazon.com, epic fantasy authors Patrick Rothfuss (The Wise Man's Fear) and Brandon Sanderson (Towers of Midnight) sat down to discuss collaborating with publishers, dealing with success, and what goes into creating and editing their work. Rothfuss: Heya Brandon. Sanderson: Hey there, Pat. Nice talking with you again. Rothfuss: Thanks for being willing to do this. I know you're insanely busy these days. Okay. Let me just jump right in here with a question. How long was Way of Kings? I heard a rumor that the ARC I read was 400,000 words long. It didn't really feel like it… Sanderson: Let me see. I will open it right now and word count it, so you have an exact number. It’s 386,470 words, though the version you read was an advance manuscript, before I did my final 10% tightening draft, which was 423,557 words. I didn’t really want it to be that long. At that length we’re running into problems with foreign publishers having to split it and all sorts of issues with making the paperback have enough space. I didn’t set out to write a thousand-page, 400,000-word book. It’s just what the novel demanded. Rothfuss: Wise Man's Fear ended up being 395,000 words. And that's despite the fact that I've been pruning it back at every opportunity for more than a year. I'd spend weeks trimming superfluous words and phrases, extra lines of dialogue, slightly redundant description until the book was 12,000 words shorter. Then a month later I'd realize I needed to add a scene to bring better resolution to a plot line. Then I'd add a couple paragraphs to clarify some some character interaction. Then I'd expand an action scene to improve tension. Suddenly the book's 8,000 words longer again. Sanderson: Yeah, that’s exactly how it goes. It’s very rare that I’m able to cut entire scenes. If I can cut entire scenes that means there’s something fundamentally not working with the sequence and I usually end up tossing the whole thing and rewriting it. But trimming, or pruning as you described it, works very well with my fiction. I can usually cut fifteen percent off just by nurturing the text, pruning it, looking for the extraneous words and phrases. But I wonder if in doing that there’s a tendency to compensate. There’s a concept in dieting that if someone starts working out really hard, they start to say, “Well, that means I can now eat more,” and you’ll find people compensating for the extra calorie loss by eating more because they feel they can. I wonder if we do that with our fiction. I mean, I will get done with this big long trim and I’ll say, “Great, now I have the space to do this extra thing that I really think the story needs,” and then the story ends up going back to just as long. Though at least in my case I can blame my editor too. He’s very good with helping me with line edits, but where we perhaps fuel each other in the wrong way is that he’ll say, “Ooh, it’d be awesome if you add this,” or “This scene needs this,” or “Can you explain this?” And I say, “Yes! I can explain that. I’d love to!” And then of course the book gets longer and then we both have to go to Tom Doherty with our eyes downward saying, “Um, the book is really long again, Tom. Sorry.” I have a question for you, then. Did you always intend the Kingkiller Chronicle to be three days split across three books? Or did you start writing it as one book and then split it? What’s the real story behind that? Rothfuss: Assuming I had any sort of plan at the beginning is a big mistake. I just started writing. I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what I was doing. For years and years I just thought of it as The Book in my head. I've always thought of it as one big story. Then, eventually I realized it would need to be broken up into volumes. I can't say why I picked three books except that three is a good number. It's sort of the classic number. And while the story is working well in this format, part of me wishes I'd broken it into smaller chunks. This second book has so many plotlines. If I'd written this trilogy as say, 10 books, each one would be much shorter and self contained. More like the Dresden Files. That's pointless musing though. I'm sure if I'd written smaller volumes right now I'd be thinking, "Oh! if only I'd written these as longer books I could play more with interwoven plot lines…" Read the full interview(retrieved from Amazon Tue, 22 Mar 2011 10:21:46 -0400) Kvothe takes his first steps on the path of the hero as he attempts to uncover the truth about the mysterious Amyr, the Chandrian, and the death of his parents. Along the way, Kvothe is put on trial by the legendary Adem mercenaries, forced to reclaim the honor of the Edema Ruh, and travels into the Fae realm where he meets Felurian, the faerie woman no man can resist.… (more) |
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The first third of the book is great - interesting and fun, with mysteries and likeable characters. And then, for no good reason I can see, Rothfuss suddenly takes us off on a couple of long digressions that lead to little. Remember the 7th or 8th of Robert Jordan's books? Where you'd read 500 pages and realize that virtually nothing actually happened? The back half of this book is like that. It's very well written, but despite that, not terribly interesting. In part, that's because it just doesn't move fast enough to be the middle of a trilogy. At its end, Kvothe is still a teenager, and Rothfuss has set up a number of loose ends that will need tying. The book reads more like the setup for a 5-6 book series. As Liviu notes in his review, it's hard to see how Rothfuss will satisfyingly tie this up even in a 1,000 page conclusion.
Also, Rothfuss, whose first book I liked in large part because of realistic, engaging characters, gets a bit lazy in places here. Some of the players and actions are lightly-painted stock, and they don't fit well with what we expect from a talented writer. More troubling is a hint of Heinlein-Jordan syndrome - a proliferation of women who know everything and can do no wrong. In individual characters, that's great. As a general rule, it's no more enticing than Doc Smith's (or Heinlein's) rule of strong, silent men to whom all women submit.
All in all, a good book, well worth reading, but not as worthy a successor as I had hoped for. (