“It's not quite up there with Neil Gaiman's Stardust or William Goldman's The Princess Bride, but it's fantastic nevertheless. It's not so much a fairy tale for grown-ups (as the other two are), but a swashbuckling tale of rolicking adventure (and fantasy) that delights the 8-year-old boy inside. Stardust and Princess Bride are, to my mind, gender-neutral, that is to say, probably appreciated by the child inside. Name of the Wind is written firmly for boys. The writing is mostly competent and solid, but it does allow itself the odd moment of bravado, the odd slice of cheese, and a plot that is, to put it bluntly, not exactly new. However, it does so with a wink in the eye, self-consciously, and constantly trying to convince the reader that it's a little more post-modern than that. And it is. This isn't Lord of the Rings or Raymond Feist territory - the novel does not take itself too seriously.
I absolutely loved it, and even though it's as thick as Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, I read through it within three days. Its pace is rushing along with gusto enough for ten adventure movies, its humour is sprinkling just the right amount of mischief and joy into the story, and its sheer energy is riveting. It's one of the most enjoyable books I've read in a long while.
(As for the inevitable Harry Potter comparison: This book is twice as funny, thrice as energetic and quadruple the pure reading joy of the average Potter novel. However, it is very much a boys' novel, in my opinion, with a good 500 pages passing before a serious romantic interest is developed, and the story being driven by the lust for adventure (and occasionally revenge) much more than any grown-up desires....)”
Robert H wrote this review Sunday, June 8 2008.
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