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"He made sure it was what I really wanted. I knew it wouldn't look convincing if I did it to myself. He made sure I really wanted him to. He made me ask him to hit me."
This time... Denna from "The name of the wind" by Pat Rothfuss.
You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.
-Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
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reblog with your comfort book. that one book you can read over and over again and feels like coming home each time.
It should be a crime how we are made to listen for 4 hours about a child living in his happy little bubble of science and magic and love and music.
Of course there are mean people in this story but they dont concern him, they don't concern us. We watch with him from a distance, curious, as the provlem is solved, and we move on.
We explore and learn and discover with him. We start to love this child and Ben and his parent and his trupe, his family. Edema Ruh. We are with him on the road and in Bens caravan and in his mind.
For 5 hours we stay there and forget about everything that is to come (because of course we have listened to/read it before and we know). Its bittersweet the whole time really.
On the 23h 10m mark on audible, it is all taken away.
As the child is no longer in this bubble.
We become the boy in the forest too.
Someone liked one of my old theories. For NOTW. And initially I was going to scour my drafts for one of the Auri theories I was working on. But it was daunting... So you lot get a summary. We know kvothe has changed his name. And we can suspect that he had some part in instigating a war after he killed a King. We know from the flow of events that Ambrose was moving up the line of succession.
The war could be in part to no clear legitimate heir. Let's say the maer is also dead but did his royal duty in producing an heir. If his wife is still alive. That would make her a regent of some kind. But we also have reason to suspect that Auri might be the Princess Aurian. Kvothe possibly going to Auri for help or confiding in her and how she'd said she would protect him. Might put enough of herself back together to become a contender for said throne.
Now given the effect that Kvothe had on Auri. By giving her a new name. He gave her back a piece of her self. Because he knew something of what she went through. In a way he helped open one of the doors of her sleeping mind. Who better to trust to give him back his name then someone he gave a name to? And in the way that auri is influenced by the name she was given. In slow regars of silent things. Auri has a figure or toy of someone from the order aymr. Given that she's seen kvothe with blood down his hands and even in a way knighted kvothe by calling him her ciridi or however it was spelled. If she fixes kvothes name and gives him back to himself. Along with the name that kvothe had built for himself in the same way that Felurian has.
I think Auri will go from named to maker. And kvothe might take on the mantle of one of the Knights of the order. Like one of those self fulfilling prophecy type of situations. In a way it could be forshadowed in the way that Bast spoke to chronicler about the nature of mask. Before kvothe was pretending to be more than he was and though he started to see the merit in his actions as being things worthy of a story. He didn't truly believe it until the encounter with Felurian. A d it makes me think of the nature of his true name. Flame , thunder, broken tree. Kvothe has many instances of fire in his life that could spur the first. The same goes for the second. And in part I thought the broken tree was about his family tree. But Bast mentions that the tree in the Fae can see all of time. And that anyone who meets it is killed on the spot. I have to wonder if that fae creature butterfly effected things to make the meeting with kvothe happen. And what would it gain from setting kvothe after lanrae? Well we know lanrae sought it out for a fruit that could bring back the dead. Kvothe might have done the same.
The cathae showed the causality of its nature by manipulating the branches and vines to kill the butterflies. And some thing had to have trapped the cathae in the tree. The broken tree could be either kvothe freeing the cathae or killing it. Being the fae bargin of a fruit for freedom. Or not providing one in hope of kbothe lashing out in the way he did when Ambrose broke his lute. I could only imagine what he'd do with a shattered mind. Since we know it got into his head before when it spoke of Denna's patron and his mother along with his troupe. And given the plum bobs lasting effects of giving him a short temper and a lack of inhabition when riled up. I won't ve counting out that aspect of it, for bow at any rate. That's a tangled mess of a half crafted theory that's half remembered.
I haven't re-read the books in a while. Recovering from psychic damage that came at the hands of all the bad book adaptations recently.
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 too.
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind, Chapter 7.
"Remeber this, son, if you forget everything else. A poet is a musician who cannot sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woefully small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens."
Chapter 14, The Name of the Wind. Patrick Rothfuss.
Soon after that I began playing... how can I describe it? I began to play something other than songs. When the sun warms the grass and the breeze cools you, it feels a certain way. I would play until I got the feeling right. I would play until it sounded like Warm Grass and Cool Breeze. I was only playing for myself, but I was a harsh audience. I remember spending nearly three whole days trying to capture Wind Turning a Leaf.
Chapter 19, The Name of The Wind. Patrick Rothfuss.
Kvothe by Zusacre
"Your ma's a penny whore."
"Don't talk about my mom, Lin."
"Iron pennies."
DOS Fanfic: The Silent Swaying of Sorrowed Men
!! // TW: Suicide, Hanging
I saw a theory a while ago that the reason we don't have book 3 is because Kvothe is dead and never went downstairs to tell the third part. I combined this with the theory that the "one single, perfect step" was him walking off of something to end it all. You can still decide if this happens before or after he's told his final tale.
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DAWN HAD ARRIVED. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.
The most obvious part was a vast, echoing quiet made by things that were lacking. If its innkeeper had been awake, the smell of early noontime stew would have drawn the men of Newarre to the Waystone, their feet clattering upon the cold stone of the doorstep as they filled the inn with the clamor of amiable, hungry men. If there had been the barest hint of impatience, the innkeeper’s student would have ran up the stairs and knocked on his door and called on him with the cold banter of a man who could no longer wait. If there had been music . . . but no, of course there was no music. In fact, there were none of these things, and so the silence remained.
Inside the Waystone, a dark-haired man made his slow way up the stairs to his master’s room, moving with the confident caution of fearless men. His steps were steady and sure, hidden from the rest of the world and careful not to give too much away, slow and even more slowly set. In doing this, he added a small, fretted silence to the larger, more prominent one. They made a melody of sorts, making way for the song’s refrain.
The third silence was not an easy thing to notice. If you listened for an hour, you might begin to feel it from the slow swaying of a knotted cord and the soundless waiting of a letter, safely tucked away. If you listened for longer, you would find it in the weight of a man’s mortality, hidden within his darkest chords, kept deep beyond the great stone doors of forgetting and finally laid to rest. And it was once in the heart and mind of that very same man who hanged there, rocking, swaying for the sweet embrace of memories never lost.
The man had true red hair, red as flame. His eyes were dark and distant, and he remained there with the indifference of someone who had known and learned far too many things.
The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, holding the others inside itself, as firm as a single, perfect step. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was as heavy as a thrice-swallowed secret of the heart. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who could not wait to die.
me: alright. i'm going to read more books this year. it's a resolution.
also me: *re-reads the Kingkiller Chronicle for the hundredth time while completely ignoring my TBF pile*
He has:
✔ Stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings
✔ Burned down the town of Trebon
✔ Spent the night with Felurian and left with both his sanity and his life
✔ Gotten expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in
✔ Trod paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day
✔ Talked to gods
✔ Loved women
✔ Made songs that made the minstrels weep
Bonus: you may have heard of him
What more could you need?
A SILENCE OF THREE PARTS
please like/reblog if you know what this is referring to without having to check the tags and if it gives you goosebumps too every time you read it
Since we are nearing the end of the year, I want to start organizing my readings for 2024. I'll post one more review for sure for a comic book I read last week, and maybe two more from books I'm finishing this week.
(My three last books of the year probably)
So, my goals for next year are both broaden the type of books I read and practice more reading in foreign languages.
Send me a book you like and I'll consider it for my 2024 readings.
You get a prize if you also tell me why you like it (?
Book Review: The Name of the Wind, Patrick Rothfuss
My Review in a Tweet:
I haven't been this enraptured, this mesmerized, this captivated by a book in years, and I don't say that lightly. It's great on every aspect you could think of, and then some other you couldn't even conjure. Can't believe I neglected it for so long. Highly recommended if you like fantasty of any kind.
My Full Review:
I had it sitting on my bookshelves for months before I decided to start reading this book. It felt menacing, despite it being the pocket edition. The sheer volume, the brickness of it felt like a challenge I hadn't the courage to face.
But once I did, I realized the real danger was being unable to let it go: I was prisoner of the author, being held by his marvelous ability to thread the story of Kvothe in seamless chapters, that natural the flow of the story felt, you couldn't even tell where he jumped from present to past and back.
The vivid images still dance in my mind hours after I finished reading the book. I rushed past the other reviews I had pending so I could write this one because I neded to talk about it. My copy of the book was a present from a friend so I texted her inmediately, but that didn't suffice, I had to write longer than all caps screaming to each other.
The rich world the author builds feels vast and mysterious, with a lot of hidden things lurking just beneaht the surface waiting for both the writer and the reader to discover them. I really hope (haven't looked it up yet) that there are books in the vein of the Silmarillion and Tom Bombadil where the myths and tales of this universe are further expanded.
The prose of Rothfuss is so elegant, filled with clever descriptions and unexpected analogies that not even the most fictitious elements of his story remain ungraspable to the reader.
The characters are so diverse and interesting: each and every one of them leaves a perdurable memory, no matter how brief and casual their impact and presence on the story is.
Kvothe is our main character, but he gets to be a narrator of his own story whenever we dive into his past, becoming a somewhat unreliable narrator. The whole book feels like that: we as readers submerging in the story narrated by Kvothe himself, gasping for air during the interlusions where the omniscient narrator takes the job back to move the story in the present time.
A wonderful work of worldbuilding, characterization and narration only hindered by the bittersweet taste of finishing the book eager for more. I hope to get my hands on the sequel soon, but I probably should let this world rest a little before diving in it again.
9/10.
My other 2023 Readings.