I just finished reading The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss and I must say I am thoroughly enamored with this impressive debut novel. I can see why it took 15 years to complete (and before anyone sends me a contradictory account, I pulled that number from an article on Tor.com—I blame them if it is incorrect). A book as rich and textured as this one doesn’t happen overnight and I appreciate Mr. Rothfuss’s time and attention to detail.
The Name of the Wind is the story of Kvothe, a near legendary hero who, by my reckoning, is part wizard, part musician, part scholar, part warrior and, at present, full-time innkeeper. It is told in both past and present with Kvothe himself narrating much of it. The tale spans a number of years. However, this is only the beginning of the story and there is much more to come (which I look forward to with great anticipation).
This is a fantasy story with little in the way of magical beasts or mythological monsters, although the few that wander into the story are handled deftly and in very unique ways. There is music to the language and, in fact, music plays an important role in the story, as does science and reasoning, and a wide range of human emotions. It is a tale of struggle and survival, of friendship and love. There was very little in the way of enchanted swords and epic battles, but a good deal of riveting story telling with some finely wrought characters at the center of it all. Good stuff. I highly recommend it.