The Slow Regard of Silent Things, by Patrick Rothfuss
The blurb calls it “joyous and haunting” but The Slow Regard of Silent Things was neither of these for me. A novella from the world of one of my favourite series should mean an exciting, interesting, engaging read but this was none of those things either. Instead this was a tale where nothing happened save the finding and moving of things. It’s the tale of when Auri washed her face, hands and feet. Over and over. It’s the tale of a waiflike young girl who talks to inanimate objects and routinely personifies them. From reading this novella, rather than thinking Auri an endearing addition to the Kingkiller Chronicles, I instead think that if she were real she would desperately need some professional help.
As for the writing, I’m used to the superfluous prose of Pat Rothfuss, but this took the biscuit. It was like he sat with a thesaurus next to him and if he couldn’t decide which word to use in a given situation, he’d use all of them, and sometimes add his own made up words too, just for good measure. With no excitement and just the one actual character, Slow and Silent is the unfortunate abbreviation here.
Dominish rating: 45%