Paperback, 1193 pages
Spanish language
Published 2011 by Plaza & Janés.
El temor de un hombre sabio, la esperada continuación de la historia de Kvothe yEl nombre del viento.«Todo hombre sabio teme tres cosas: la tormenta en el mar, la noche sin luna y la ira de un hombre amable.»El hombre había desaparecido. El mito no. Músico, mendigo, ladrón, estudiante, mago, trotamundos, héroe y asesino, Kvothe había borrado su rastro. Y ni siquiera ahora que le han encontrado, ni siquiera ni siquiera ahora que le han encontrado, ni siquiera ahora que las tinieblas invaden los rincones del mundo, está dispuesto a regresar. Pero su historia prosigue, la aventura continúa, y Kvothe seguirá contándola para revelar la verdad tras la leyenda.«Me llamo Kvothe
I'm eager to read the next book in this series.
I was profoundly irritated by Rothfuss' treatment of women in book one. Enough so that I refused to pay for book two, though curiosity and some people's assurances did lead me to check it out from the library.
Book two is simultaneously a bit better and WAY worse. The badass fighter/teacher who is also a loving grandmother? Neat! The healer who talks about hard choices? Neat. But they don't really make up for pretty much every other woman being a sex object, in need of saving, or both.
Kvothe is still funny. The storytelling isn't nearly as tight and neat, but aside from a long, pointless, irritating dalliance in Fae, it does move along. I still wonder how we get from the end of this book to the beginning of the first, in only one more installment.
I am frustrated with myself for having any investment in this sexist Mary …
I was profoundly irritated by Rothfuss' treatment of women in book one. Enough so that I refused to pay for book two, though curiosity and some people's assurances did lead me to check it out from the library.
Book two is simultaneously a bit better and WAY worse. The badass fighter/teacher who is also a loving grandmother? Neat! The healer who talks about hard choices? Neat. But they don't really make up for pretty much every other woman being a sex object, in need of saving, or both.
Kvothe is still funny. The storytelling isn't nearly as tight and neat, but aside from a long, pointless, irritating dalliance in Fae, it does move along. I still wonder how we get from the end of this book to the beginning of the first, in only one more installment.
I am frustrated with myself for having any investment in this sexist Mary Sue character and his story, given how little space Rothfuss' world has for people like me.
