Brilliant fantasy author Patrick Rothfuss has finally released The Wise Man’s Fear | The Kingkiller Chronicle: Day 2. It hit the shelves today and thanks to my Amazon Prime membership, it was on my doorstep at 3PM ET.
Beautiful. Rothfuss recently gained notoriety for an open letter to Nathan Fillion that he wrote on his blog stating that he would help Fillion buy the rights to Firefly. We covered it on The Bunker HERE.
All of that aside, Rothfuss was not kidding when in an earlier blog post he mentioned working with a manuscript that was feet think. The final version ends something like this:
993 pages? Yes please. Trust me that the print in the book is not blurry.
This will finally inspire me to write my review of the first book of the series, The Name of the Wind, along with this one in what is sure to be something to surpass the work that I did on Brandon Sanderson’s The Final Empire series (link).
The Name of the Wind is, bluntly, the best fantasy work I have read without the name Tolkien attached. Yes, it is that good.
I have been called Kvothe the Bloodless, Kvothe the Arcane, and Kvothe Kingkiller. I have earned those names. Bought and paid for them.
But I was brought up as Kvothe. My father once told me it meant “to know.”
I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned.
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.
Chills. Like hearing the Star Wars theme segued from the 20th Century Fox opening. Like when Jeremy Brett nails a certain delivery and expression as Sherlock Holmes. Like when seeing the faded and dark WB display at the start of a Nolan Batman film.
The Name of the Wind is myth building in extreme; a clever foray in world building that rivals the the best of King Arthur, classic mythology, and, yes, Middle Earth.
My next few days are booked solid. Look for the paired review with in the next week. I hope I can do it justice.