Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Live Like Fiction Book Club is Back!
Name of the Wind

Get yourself a digital, physical, library or audiobook copy of Patrick Rothfuss's Name of the Wind and have it read for a discussion here on the blog in Middle January! Patrick is the bearded fellow in the episode of Table Top posted below. This is the first book in a trilogy still being written. If you enjoyed Harry Potter, welcome to graduation. The main character is also a student of magic at a special school, but there aren't any owls or spells - more of a selection of sciences combined with Rothfuss's own mythology for the amazing world he built. I'll add a Sword and Laser video about it below so you guys can get a feel for it before you invest and money and time, after all, not everyone has the same taste. But if you like epic stories, this is the series the NY Times said was the only thing worth putting on the shelf next to Tolkien. That is saying something.

Here's a little excert from Patrick's Web Site.

My name is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as "quothe." Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I've had more names than anyone has a right to. The Adem call me Maedre. Which, depending on how it's spoken, can mean The Flame, The Thunder, or The Broken Tree.

"The Flame" is obvious if you've ever seen me. I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple of hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon. I keep it short but it's unruly. When left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire.

"The Thunder" I attribute to a strong baritone and a great deal of stage training at an early age.

I've never thought of "The Broken Tree" as very significant. Although in retrospect, I suppose it could be considered at least partially prophetic.

My first mentor called me E'lir because I was clever and I knew it. My first real lover called me Dulator because she liked the sound of it. I have been called Shadicar, Lightfinger, and Six-String. 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.