let’s read the name of the wind ch. 44-46

Wind

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
The Burning Glass

THE FISHERY WAS WHERE most of the University’s works of hands were made.

“Works of hands”?

What he means is glass-blowing, pottery and other craft-workers who serve wizard school’s needs. Kvothe is there to learn artificing from Kilvin the artificing Master, who if you recall offered to give him advanced lessons last time they met.

He looked me over critically. “Are you well, E’lir Kvothe?”
I’d gone wandering earlier and found some willow bark to chew. My back still burned and itched, but it was bearable. “Well enough, Master Kilvin.”
He nodded. “Good. Boys your age shouldn’t worry over such small things. Soon again you will be as sound as stone.”

I don’t know whether we’re supposed to interpret it as such, but this statement makes Kilvin seem like one of those people who appear to believe that young people are invincible golems insensitive to feeling pain or emotional distress or capable of shrugging it off with ease. That attitude crops up disturbingly often in real life.

High among the high rafters of the workshop a half hundred glass spheres hung from chains. They were of varying sizes, though none were much larger than a man’s head.

Unlike the rest of wizard school this location is described pretty evocatively. I approve.

“Among the Cealdar there are legends of ever-burning lamps. I believe that such a thing was once within the scope of our craft. Ten years I have been looking. I have made many lamps, some of them very good, very long burning.” He looked at me. “But none of them ever-burning.”

If Kvothe makes an ever-burning lamp I swear to God.

“Do you know this one, E’lir Kvothe?” It held nothing but a knob of greenish-greyish wax that was burning with a greenish-greyish tongue of flame. I shook my head.

Greenish-greyish fire. I guess orangish-redish-blueish flame isn’t fantasy enough any more.

It turns out the wax stuff is one of Kilvin’s closest attempt at making something that burns forever, white lithium salt, which Kvothe had suggested when Kilvin asked him how he’d make an ever-burning lamp during his admission. Kilvin is mightily impressed that Kvothe thought of this since it took him ten years to come up with it.

The closest thing I could find to this stuff in real life is lithium sulfate, which is produced from sulfuric acid, a bog-standard chemical. You’d think someone would have come up with the idea before now. Also it apparently burns bright crimson or silver, not green.

He moved all the way to the end of the row, pointing at the empty sphere with the motionless white flame. “Seventy days,” he said proudly. “I do not hope that this will be the one, for hoping is a foolish game. But if it burns six more days it will be my best lamp in these ten years.”

The way this one is described makes it sound like magnesium, which burns extremely brightly but doesn’t last very long. Maybe it’s fantasy-magnesium and the elements have different properties in this world.

Kilvin claims that Kvothe has “Cealdar hands” which means he’ll be naturally talented at artificing. Somehow. I wonder if you can also be born with special hands for other skills, like wood-carving or pogo-stick manufacturing.

“You need to figure out who you’re going to suck up to,” Simmon said. “A master has to sponsor you to Re’lar. So you should pick one and stick to him like shit on his shoe.”

Apparently Masters can pass students over for advancement to the next fantasy-rank, which seems like a hilariously broken system but whatever. There’s some inane banter for a while about which Master Kvothe is going to go for. I would have thought Kilvin would be the obvious choice considering he practically offered to adopt Kvothe last time they spoke.

“What about Mandrag? I’ve got a lot of experience with chemistry. It’d be a small step into alchemy.”
Simmon laughed. “Everyone thinks chemistry and alchemy are so similar, but they’re really not. They’re not even related. They just happen to live in the same house.”

lhc-facepalm

The history of science in your fantasy world doesn’t have to mirror the history of real world science, but if you’re going to insist on using real terms I will insist on finding it weird and annoying. Even the fact that they have both chemistry and alchemy makes no sense, as it relies on the assumption that elements in this world behave in one way under certain conditions and in another, entirely different way under different conditions that completely contradicts the first set of rules.

After yet more inane banter one of Kvothe’s bunk buddies (I’m seriously having trouble telling them apart or remembering how many there are) reveals that one of the Masters, Elodin, used to be Chancellor before some sort of mysterious event occurred.

“Even so,” I said. “You have to admit he’s a little odd to be Chancellor.”
“Not back then,” Simmon said soberly. “That was before it happened.”
When nothing more was forthcoming I prompted, “It?”

Finally something interesting!

Wil shrugged. “Something. They do not speak on it.

Fuck yoooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu

They stuck Elodin in “the Crockery”, a building designed to be a prison for Arcanists, until he recovered from whatever happened. Apparently several students go crazy every term.

There was a moment of silence as the two of them sipped their drinks, not looking at anything in particular. I wanted to ask for specifics, but I could tell that it was a touchy subject.

Kvothe stop being stupid. Real people want to know about things, this is just dragging the story out more.

Kvothe decides he’s going to be best buds with Elodin because he wants to learn the Name of All Things and crap. At some point are we going to get an explanation of what an Arcanist actually is so I can figure out what he’s talking about?

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Interlude—Some Tavern Tale

Ugggghhhh

I’ve noticed these flashes back to the framing story are where Rothfuss tries to paper over holes in the plot. Sometimes, as with Kvothe’s various options for getting out of Tarbean, he addresses (badly) questions I had been asking myself but other times he brings up problems I wouldn’t actually have noticed, such as when Bast asks Kvothe why he didn’t try to rescue Skarpi after he was taken by the priests of Tehlu.

“But the simplest reason is the least satisfying one, I suppose. The truth is this: I wasn’t living in a story.”

Right, Kvothe. Keep telling yourself that.

“Think of all the stories you’ve heard, Bast. You have a young boy, the hero. His parents are killed. He sets out for vengeance. What happens next?”
Bast hesitated, his expression puzzled. Chronicler answered the question instead. “He finds help. A clever talking squirrel. An old drunken swordsman. A mad hermit in the woods. That sort of thing.”
Kvothe nodded. “Exactly! He finds the mad hermit in the woods, proves himself worthy, and learns the names of all things, just like Taborlin the Great. Then with these powerful magics at his beck and call, what does he do?”
Chronicler shrugged. “He finds the villains and kills them.”
“Of course,” Kvothe said grandly. “Clean, quick, and easy as lying. We know how it ends practically before it starts. That’s why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.”

Hey Rothfuss, you know this whole deconstruction of fantasy tropes you’re trying to pull here? I’ve got some news for you. Stand back from easily breakable objects because this is going to blow your mind:

It’s been done.

Fantasy novels do not follow the simplistic rules you have your super-special-snowflake author’s darling expounding on above. Deconstructions of the fantasy genre now outnumber stories that cling rigidly to genre archetypes, assuming stories like that ever existed outside of works aimed at children. This feels like you just watched Star Wars and assumed anything that doesn’t regurgitate its plot progression is breaking the mould and defying generations of literary tradition.

“But while that might make for an entertaining story, it would not be the truth.

Those two things are not mutually exclusive. Good authors lie to their readers in every page while simultaneously revealing things that are true. If you can’t do that it isn’t because you’re on a bold narrative odyssey to break the barriers of the genre, it’s because you’re not a good writer. And if you’re not a good writer it’s probably because you’ve spent all of your time not telling a story and calling it a “deconstruction”.

Stop masturbating and tell us a story.

“There were times when I would see a mother holding her child, or a father laughing with his son, and anger would flare up in me, hot and furious with the memory of blood and the smell of burning hair.”

So fucking show us that instead of showing us Kvothe telling Devan about it.

Jesus.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The Ever-Changing Wind

Kvothe goes to find Elodin but can’t.

ELODIN PROVED A DIFFICULT man to find. He had an office in Hollows, but never seemed to use it. When I visited Ledgers and Lists, I discovered he only taught one class: Unlikely Maths. However, this was less than helpful in tracking him down, as according to the ledger, the time of the class was “now” and the location was “everywhere.”

I see this is fantasy-insanity, the only symptom of which is that the afflicted person acts extra quirky.

Kvothe manages to track him down but Elodin initially refuses to teach him. Never seen this before in a fantasy novel no sir. Elodin tells Kvothe to find three pine cones then wanders off, indicating that he wants to be left alone.

That is the way it usually goes in stories: the young man has to prove his dedication to the old hermit in the woods before he’s taken under his wing.

Can you guess what’s going to happen here? Oh my. Be still, my heart.

Kvothe asks why Elodin doesn’t want to teach him and Elodin claims that Edema Ruh don’t make good students

I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry that your experience with the Ruh has left something to be desired,” I said carefully. “Let me assure you that—”
“Ye Gods,” Elodin sighed, disgusted. “A bootlicker too. You lack the requisite spine and testicular fortitude to study under me.”

Elodin is quickly becoming my favourite character.

Kvothe keeps badgering him to explain why he doesn’t teach people and Elodin leads him through some woods to the Crockery. I’m really having trouble picturing where the University is, how large it is or what the area surrounding it is like.

Long story short, the Crocker is a big fancy house full of Arcanists who went mad because of magic, one of whom used to be Elodin’s pupil. Elodin used to be locked up there in a room made of copper that blocks all magic and has unbreakable windows, somehow. But Elodin “knew the name of all things” and commanded the walls to break, which he demonstrates when he brings Kvothe to show him his old room.

“Oh,” Elodin said suddenly, laughing. “That was half-clever of them.” He took two steps back from the wall. “CYAERBASALIEN. “

Cybers Alien? Is that some sort of video game?

I simply stood, stunned by what I’d just seen. This wasn’t sympathy. This wasn’t anything I’d ever seen before.

So do people know about this skill? Why hasn’t Kvothe heard of it?

I went to stand beside him on the edge of the roof. I knew what my third question had to be. “What do I have to do,” I asked, “to study naming under you?”
He met my eye calmly, appraising me. “Jump,” he said. “Jump off this roof.”

Kvothe guesses that this is a test and Elodin will save him by calling the wind. He turns out to be wrong about this and injures himself rather severely hitting the ground.

And that is when I decided to pursue the noble art of artificing. Not that I had a lot of other options. Before helping me limp to the Medica, Elodin made it clear that anyone stupid enough to jump off a roof was too reckless to be allowed to hold a spoon in his presence, let alone study something as “profound and volatile” as naming.

Oh do you see how much of a deconstruction this is is your tiny mind just blown yet

Four problem with this:

1. The chapter was completely pointless

2. “Wise old mentor turns out to be a crackpot” has been done before

3. This entire scenario was set up solely to pull the rug out from under the reader. You can almost see Rothfuss taking a bow and waiting for the applause at how clever he’s been

4. I wanted Kvothe to study naming. Partially because it’s clear he’s going to anyway so we might as well just get to it but also because that would be interesting. That’s the problem with doing the bait-and-switch subversion thing- the story you actually give the reader has to be at least as interesting as the story they thought they were going to get.

I once read a book called In The Woods that annoyed me so much I spent the next five years composing a long rant about it, which you will now get to experience. The book has an absolutely killer premise- in the 1980s three kids went missing in a patch of woodland. One of them was found alive that night with three scratches on his back and amnesia. The other two vanished without a trace. Twenty-odd years later the survivor is now a detective called in to investigate the murder of a young girl in the same woods. It’s naturally assumed that the two events are related. The surrounding area turns out to be rife with conspiracy and mystery. Several residents recount hearing and seeing strange things in the woods when they were younger. It’s heavily implied that there might be something supernatural living in there.

And then it turns out that the murder is completely unrelated to any of that, all of the other mysteries are dead ends or having nothing to do with anything and we never find out what happened to the main character or his friends. The problem isn’t that the story didn’t proceed exactly as I thought it would or that the author left things ambiguous. I like both of those approaches. The problem is that the story we actually got wasn’t nearly as interesting as the story we had been promised. The actual murder mystery the book ends up being concerned with is extremely predictable and mundane, the sort of thing you’d see on any trashy police procedural. I guess our minds were supposed to be so blown by the novelty of the book not solving the central mystery that we don’t notice.

Into The Woods subverts reader expectations quite well, but that’s all it does. So much time is spent setting up false leads and red herrings that there’s no time left to tell a compelling story.

(The author has tried to claim that the novel is actually a psychological character study pretending to be a murder mystery, but the characters are all annoying and act like illogical robots)

Another example of this would be Lev Grossman’s The Magicians which sets itself up as the “adult” version of Harry Potter and also does the whole ah-ha-do-you-see subversion thing. Ironically the only time the novel is actually entertaining is when it’s just a straight-up magic university story and not pulling any deconstruction bollocks on the reader.

To go back to The Name of The Wind, Rothfuss decided not to give us the old chestnut about a student proving himself to a reclusive mentor, but instead of giving us something more interesting he’s just going to give us more of nothing fucking happening.

The point here is that deconstructing and subverting reader expectations are additions to a book that can make an otherwise entertaining story even better; they can’t replace the story or you end up with a shallow bag of literary magic tricks lacking any real substance.

A good story, well told, should be at the heart of your novel. It can be a daring edgy subversion of genre expectations or just another retread of familiar plot points but if it doesn’t have that then it doesn’t have anything.

Advertisements

15 thoughts on “let’s read the name of the wind ch. 44-46

  1. Tavish

    I just stumbled over the chemistry/ alchemy comment.
    I think I see, how this works. It’s fairly easy actually.

    For once, in a fantasy world, with magic involved, there can be thing unaffected by magic and thing affected by magic. This would indeed change the rules, but it would not at all be elegant and well… it’s fucked up somehow.

    But when you see alchemy as it was seen in the eighteenth century it could work.

    I’ll tell you how.

    Alchemy was in attempt (I don’t say it was achieved, so I use the actual names of the achieving sciences) not only chemistry, but also biology, especially genetics, physics of course, and every kind of modern material sciences.

    Sooo, if you cut out the normal chemistry, you can still say, that the alchemy in the book may descibe something beyond actual chemistry, like for example nano-technology.

    Reply
  2. Tavish

    I don’t think this chapter with Elodin was pointless. Itr seems your unable to see through the construction of the whole story. This little story arc tells us lots of things in little hints, which Rothfuss keeps hidden in the overall telling. First we learn that Elodin indeed can call upon the names of maybe anything and we learn something about his background. We don’t know anything else about it yet, but I hope we may learn lots of things in the last book. We also learn that copper is somehow unaffectable with naming, whyever, and that Kvothe is stupid while intelligent, which is a common thing, actually.

    Reply
    1. ronanwills Post author

      If the information we’re given here hasn’t actually been used in the story as of the end of the second book than there was no point in it being here. It’s fine to drop hints and lay the groundwork of future plot points early on, but they should be worked into the story organically rather than padded out to their own separate chapter.

      This is a skill Rothfuss has obviously not mastered, as any plot point or story detail of any importance will be graced with its own chapter (or several) as in the extended mythology scenes in Tarbean that were written just to give us information that could have been conveyed in a few sentences.

      Reply
  3. katz

    This ought to have been the best scene in the book (and a lot of people who love this book point to it as the best scene). But the context of the story, it just throws the badness into sharp relief. Rothfuss is just screaming at you “LOOK GUISE LOOK KVOTHE ISN’T PERFECT HE MAKES MISTAKES HE DOESN’T ALWAYS GET HIS WAY LOOK LOOK”, but that just draws your attention to the fact that his mistakes never actually harm him and, all the rest of the time, he does get his way.

    Reply
  4. Andrea Harris

    That whole “we’re in a story/no we’re not in a story this is real” thing I blame on generations of young, impressionable minds reading Tolkien and coming to those parts where the characters talk about the old stories and myths and how they’re now in one of those, which Tolkien meant to show how the events of the past and present are all connected and how what seems mundane and uninteresting to us because it’s happening to us are the myths and legends of the future… and just having their tiny minds blown by this technique. And then some of them grow up to be Writers(tm) and decide that they’re going to do this in their story because the Master did it, only they have neither the educational background (they tried to read Beowulf and put it down, bored) nor the understanding of what it means beyond it’s “cool” and means you can throw around terms like “meta-narrative” when you’re talking about your book in the pub.

    Reply
  5. braak

    This is one of the worst parts about Kvothe’s character, I think, or anyway it’s the one that drives me nuts. Kvothe is supposed to be this superior atomic genius, brilliant beyond all earthly measure, but he’s never really INTERESTED in anything. He’s good at it, and we’re told that he studied it (I assume “studied” means that someone gave him a list of things to learned and then he learned them), but aside from his disastrous attempt at trying to do Naming through sympathy, he never actually INVESTIGATES ANYTHING.

    I had a similar problem with Harry Potter (though at least the story seems to acknowledge that Harry is pretty dense) — how does Kvothe go to WIZARD SCHOOL, and become friends with the MASTER ALCHEMIST, and not immediately start trying to invent things?

    Smart people aren’t smart because they know a lot of stuff; they’re smart because they’re interested in a lot of stuff.

    Reply
    1. Aaron Adamec-Ostlund (@AaronAO)

      Ah, but you see, it’s a deconstruction of smart people or something. This does seem to be a problem in fantasy, where talent is confused with intelligence. I think it has to do with the idea in fantasy that some-white, straight, cisgendered, male-people are just better than others. How this makes for an interesting character is beyond me.

      Reply
      1. braak

        I wonder how much of it has to do with fantasy predominately being written by the sort of (straightwhitecismale ((hereafter: SCWM))) that did awfully well in the US’s shifty education system, maybe being told they were clever and brilliant without ever actually needing to be brilliant.

        Reply
      2. Alvaro

        If you check out this:

        There are some very revealing moments – one in particular where they come upon an elvish or dwarvish inscription and someone asks “who can speak elvish?” and literally every single one of them goes “I can!” It really highlights how these people’s priorities aren’t interesting storytelling or character development but just wish-fulfillment.

        Reply
      3. braak

        Hahaha. “Caves of chaos.” I also like “fel creatures are gathering.” Gathering? Gathering to do WHAT, exactly? What, do they just stand around? It sounds like they’re there for the Gathering of the Juggaloes. Just a bunch of weird demon guys with horns and fiery eyes, toking up and trying to listen to some ICP, and then all these adventurers turn up and start slaughtering everybody.

        Reply
    2. magpiewhotypes

      That drives me nuts, too! He’s this super-genius who knows everything in the damn world, but you never see him do anything that’s equal to this super genius status. Wow, dude, you made a lamp. I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT I SPENT 400 PAGES READING ABOUT A DUDE WHO MADE A LAMP.

      It actually comes off as sad–if this was a real guy, telling the story of his life, everyone would laugh at him for wanting the reader to know that he won every magic duel in his magic school and he won an awesome scholarship and he was totally a badass this one time that he underwent (an apparently common form of) corporal punishment. I know that the conventions of fantasy mean that that’s not really a problem but the autobiographical framing device highlights Kvothe’s pomposity. Maybe it’s a better book if you’ve never read anything else written in the first person?

      Reply
  6. Aaron Adamec-Ostlund (@AaronAO)

    Spot on with the distinction between a good idea and a good story. Have you found any other parts in the book where you can tell that Rothfuss went back and expanded on something he wrote. The overall quality of what you’ve posted has seemed uniformly terrible to me but I was wondering if you’ve noticed any patterns in his writing, such as more cliched elements coming from earlier in his writing. I personally think this whole thing started as an attempt to cash in on the success of Harry Potter but that Rothfuss couldn’t help attacking the frustrations he felt with academia and so he tried to make it into something more respectable.

    Reply
    1. ronanwills Post author

      I’m formulating something of a theory on how the book was written that I’ll talk about when I’ve finished it. It’s pretty similar to what you suggested in this comment at the moment.

      Reply
    2. q____q

      Haha, you know what, I was always skeptical about the Harry Potter comparisons because I think it took Rothfuss like EIGHT YEARS to write the first book and (then he wrote the second in ONLY four years or something) and I felt like that was waaaayyy before Harry Potter. But I just checked and Harry Potter came out 1997 (yeah, I’m not that much of a fan), so it’s totally possible that he was „influenced“ by JKR even in the early stages. But hey, he’s probably deconstructing HP then, right?

      SEVEN: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Name_of_the_Wind

      Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s