The “The Name of the Wind” is a fantasy novel by Patrick Rothfuss, an epic tale, continuing still, to be told in three parts, one for each day, one in each book, and the one to be told to you today is the very first of the trilogy.
To call the “The Name of the Wind,” an introduction to the life of Kvothe would be fair but inaccurate, since the plot beholds a long journey of how a child from a troupe Edema Ruh became one of the greatest magicians, an infamous legend, whose instances in folk lores were innumerable and significant. It is long but incomplete and little is known of the world that Kvothe belongs to; it is convenient to say that Kvothe is primitive to each and every account the story presents. There are reasons to why the description of civilization, that of other characters is lesser in comparison to the elicitation on Kvothe himself. The storytelling by Patrick Rothfuss is ingenious, crisp and cares to retain readers for long hours accredited to the precise diction, unrestrained prose, and effortless flow, but because its a narrative, it lacks exploration, and the only exploration in the world, in the story and in characters one witnesses is that done by Kvothe, and no matter how long it be, one man is definitely not an eye to the whole world. Even though the plot changes gears from first person to a third person narrative, back and forth, it still limits the world and characters to what Kvothe has to say about them. But still, Kvothe did have a lot to say (so did Patrick Rothfuss), and the 700 pages of novel stand testament to it solemnly. Continue reading