Chapter 7: Ash and Ember
LOLOLOL IT’S A SHY DAY LOLOLOL
LOL FOXEN IS UNSLUMBEROUS LOL
I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS
Can you guess what happens now? What’s that? Auri wander around a sequence of quirkely-named rooms? WHY YOU’RE CORRECT
Seriously, I know I complained about the two Kingkiller books being extremely repetitive, but even though they (the second one in particular) mainly consisted of Kvothe wandering around aimlessly, but he had the whole of the University and Imre to wander around, then Vintas, the big forest, Felurian-land and Ninjatown. In this book Auri is literally just going through the exact same handful of mostly nondescript rooms and corridors over and over again and not really doing a whole lot in any of them. I think we’ve seen her wash her face like six times.
It was just as Master Mandrag always said: nine tenths of chemistry was waiting.
If you think chemistry is bad you should try genetics. Jesus Christ.
She brought it to her face and breathed in deep. Musk and thistle. A smell like a bordello curtain, deep and red and full of mysteries.
See, bits like this prove that Rothfuss does actually have quite a way with words when he’s bothering to actually communicate an idea instead of just engaging in self-indulgent quasi-poetic wordplay.
Anyway we’re treated to some fascinating logistics action as Auri very slowly and methodically moves things from one room to another room, then cooks some food, then puts things into and/or on top of other things. I’ve stopped trying to pay attention to what the things are or why she wants them, because the parts of this book that aren’t Auri wandering are Auri moving things until they’re “right”.
Then she makes a fire! Out of three different types of wood!
The elm was graceful but not inappropriately apetalous, especially for her.
And the hawthorn . . . well. Auri blushed a bit at that. Suffice to say that apetalous or no, she was still a healthy young lady, and there was such a thing as too much decorum.
“Apetalous: having no flowers”
So Auri is embarrassed because the Hawthorn isn’t decorous enough, and she has no petals… no wait, it has too much decorum? Or something? What?
I guess the point of all of this is that Auri is making some soap for herself, to replace the soap the baby skunk ate. This leads dilemmas like certain ingredients being too angry, and her being forced to use the honeycomb she found to add scent.
Three circles. Perfect for asking.
But if there were four circles we’d all be fucked, let me tell you
She rinsed her sooty hands. She rinsed her face and feet.
These two sentences get repeated multiple times. Because it’s poetic, I guess.
After an extremely long and detailed soap-making scene Auri starts to freak out because…. I don’t know, stuff’s jacked up or something.
The nameless empty everything was clawing at the fraying edges of the walls. Even Foxen wasn’t even nearly.
But eventually she sees the gear she found, and it’s like full of love or whatever!
When all the world was palimpsest, it was a perfect palindrome.
Auri manages to fix the problem of everything not being even by turning the gear upside down. And then….. the chapter ends.
What the fuck is Rothfuss even trying to do with this? Does anyone know? What’s the point of all of this? How am I supposed to be reacting to it, what am I supposed to be feeling? I have no idea.