- Apr 6, 2020
I have The Warehouse to read, but if anyone has already read it, can you tell me if it's worth it? I'm going to go on holiday and it's my only book, so don't bullshit me!
NotW is one of the worst fantasy books I've ever read. The protagonist is reprehensible, the pacing is glacial, and the writing is so overwrought and flowery it makes me cringe. I've already posted my thoughts on the book, so I'll just quote myself:Name of the Wind is at the bottom?
I mean, never thought I'd defend it, but it's that bad?
Drathnoxis said:The main character, Kvothe, is arrogant, rude, and behaves like a psychopath. Despite these glaring character flaws, everyone loves him and he has loyal friends. In fact, he is only disliked by the antagonists, and they only hate him because they are jealous of his intellect, talents, and good looks. The side characters are all completely one dimensional and only exist to be impressed by Kvothe or otherwise create situations for him to show off.
The plot is non-existent. You could cut out 9/10th of the pages and not lose any character development or advancement of Kvothe's stated goals. The majority of the novel is an endlessly recycled subplot focusing on Kvothe's struggle to make enough money to pay for his student loans, despite innumerable skills and marketable talents. The framing story promises far more intriguing mysteries with demon spiders and the like, but rather, we spend the entirety of the 700 page book reading the biography of the worlds most boring living legend. It's obvious that this series will never have a satisfying ending judging by the abysmal plotting of the first entry.
People claim that the book is making some sort of meta statement with an unreliable narrator, but the Kvothe we see in the third person segments is just as perfect as the Kvothe who is narrating the first person sections.
And the writing is just so dreadfully cringeworthy.
"The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn's sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. 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 pair of men huddled at one corner of the bar. They drank with quiet determination, avoiding serious discussions of troubling news. In doing this they added a small, sullen silence to the larger, hollow one. It made an alloy of sorts, a counterpoint.The third silence was not an easy thing to notice. If you listened for an hour, you might begin to feel it in the wooden floor underfoot and in the rough, splintering barrels behind the bar. It was in the weight of the black stone hearth that held the heat of a long dead fire. It was in the slow back and forth of a white linen cloth rubbing along the grain of the bar. And it was in the hands of the man who stood there, polishing a stretch of mahogany that already gleamed in the lamplight.
The man had true-red hair, red as flame. His eyes were dark and distant, and he moved with the subtle certainty that comes from knowing 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, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die."It's just gibberish. Words piled upon words, not actually describing anything. 344 words used to convey the point that "it was unusually quiet." I could pick through and describe why any particular sentence is meaningless, but I'll suffice it to say that it all just makes me want to crawl out of my skin.
And yet, despite all that and more, this is a best seller. It rates 4.5 stars on Good Reads. I could barely bring myself to read all the way through, yet millions are clamoring for more.
Update: It's okay, but I'm not finding myself taking extra baths to give me time to read, either.I have The Warehouse to read, but if anyone has already read it, can you tell me if it's worth it? I'm going to go on holiday and it's my only book, so don't bullshit me!
No, it's definitely not that bad. But there is something distinctly hateable about it.Name of the Wind is at the bottom?
I mean, never thought I'd defend it, but it's that bad?
I partially disagree with you there. It is definitely over-written, but it is doing a lot more than saying it's quiet. Firstly, it's expressing a sense of atmosphere. From this we can discern the inn is dull, the few denizens are sullen: so this is the forgotten back of beyond. Secondly the innkeep is a man with a deep past implicitly of power, (but this is directly told to us), but filled with defeat and doing boring, repetitive, needless tasks to fill in time. One can infer from this he is running this desultory dead-end tavern to avoid or hide from the world: therefore introducing to the reader a mystery of what's gone wrong to put him there.NotW is one of the worst fantasy books I've ever read. The protagonist is reprehensible, the pacing is glacial, and the writing is so overwrought and flowery it makes me cringe. I've already posted my thoughts on the book, so I'll just quote myself:
It's just gibberish. Words piled upon words, not actually describing anything. 344 words used to convey the point that "it was unusually quiet."