“Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady. Their lives are hard enough, and it never hurts to be polite.”
The worst part about coming up with ideas is that you forget a lot of things. You have this epic idea but you forgot something incredibly important. Something that should have kicked it all off. Something that would have made a splash. This is my something. This should have been my first book to tell you that you needed to read and I totally blew it. I'm sorry.
Neverwhere was the book that got me seriously into fantasy books and I told you, 2 weeks ago, that you should read it. If you've finished, you should get started on The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. Let me tell you what it's about before I tell you why you should add this 1,000+ paged book to your vastly growing collection:
Kvothe, our stories narrator and the not-so-loveable underdog, is a magically talented young man. A man who grows up to be one of the most well known wizards of his time (take THAT, HP). This is his story, as he's telling it. You know when you're on a date and you try to make yourself sound super cool and awesome? Kvothe doesn't do that. He bares himself and shows you how much of a shithead he can really be (and how much of a complete moron he can be because COME ON Denna is totally kinda sorta into you? Nevermind, I have no idea what I'm taking about). Kvothe is a child prodigy, which a really tough thing to be when you're dirt poor. It's even tougher when you have a smart mouth and don't know when to shut it up. This story, of over 1,000 pages, is one day. This is an entire days' worth of story telling. From birth (where he was on the road with his parents as part of a traveling troupe) to finally getting into the university (years younger than all the other children because he's a badass like that). Kvothe takes everything he knows about magic and makes it not only his own, but makes it better... And worse. He changes everything his world knows about magic. And he can't even grow facial hair yet. The growth of the characters in the story alone can bring a grown man to tears. Not gonna lie, Kvothe might be my #MCE.
Patrick Rothfuss is a god. I mean that in a joking way, but I'm also quite serious. This man not only takes a world that no one has been in and creates epic beauty, but he also takes something we all think we know (magic) and he makes it something completely different. He uses a new set of rules, except they're not new, they're old, very old. They're rules that everyone else forgot about. They're the things that somehow make magic make complete sense. It's science, but it's magic. It's strange and new, yet somehow familiar. Rothfuss handed me this book and basically said, "Look, I know this is a bajillion pages and it's pretty intimidating, but it's all there. It's all important." He didn't spend time describing everything down to the last molecule used in the paint that was on used on the desk in the room in the castle surrounded by a moat and in the forest. Rothfuss used every single page accordingly and filled it with the most beautiful and smooth prose I have ever read. The pages fly by. He builds up the correct amount of anticipation, at the right time, and for the correct length. It's like he just KNOWS when you're at your final point of, "Okay, BUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?!" and Rothfuss does not disappoint. Just read it. Okay?
Oh yeah. By the way. There's Dragons. Dragons like you've never EVER known a dragon before ;)
- so I can sigh eternally -