The Monday Book: NAME OF THE WIND by Patrick Rothfuss

The Monday book is brought to you by guest reviewer Beth O’Connor, a friend of mine.

Fantasy books are brain candy.  I love them – read them almost exclusively – but they rarely offer much in the way of intellectual nutrition.  And occasionally they leave you with the feeling that you need to brush your teeth.

And then I read Patrick Rothfuss’ Name of the Wind and its sequel The Wise Man’s Fear.  On the surface, these are well-written fantasy books.  But dig deeper and you’ll see that Rothfuss uses a make-believe world to challenge social norms and address injustice.  Institutional poverty, caste systems, gender roles, bigotry, etc. all are reviewed and dismissed as not only unfair, but harmful to society as a whole.

The fantasy world allows the reader to consider the situations without bias.  Where a non-fiction writer might have a hard time to get a reader to be objective about real-life racial stereotypes, Rothfuss can address those same issues about the Edema Ruh and other groups he has created because no one has ever heard of them before.

Additionally, Rothfuss’ characters spout some wonderful philosophy.  I’ve never wanted to quote a fantasy writer before, but I may have to start using some of these gems:

  • “The day we fret about our future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”
  •  “Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.”
  • “Clothes do not make the man, but you need the proper costume if you want to play the part.”
  • “That is how heavy a secret can become.  It can make blood flow easier than ink.”
  •  “Nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth.”
  • “Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.”
  •  “If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name.  Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher.”

My biggest surprise was how I found Rothfuss – a relative new comer in the fantasy world.  An interview on his efforts appeared in my copy of World Ark, the magazine Heifer International produces for their donors.  Heifer strives to end world hunger through teaching people how to care for livestock rather than just giving them food.  Heifer included an article about Rothfuss because of the work he has done to raise funds for Heifer, including donating most of the income he receives from the sale of his books.

In his own words; “I’ve been poor before, but this time it’s for a good cause.”  Rothfuss pulls together other fantasy authors, publishing companies and readers for an annual event called “Worldbuilders” (worldbuilders.org).  The 2013 event raised over $678,000 for Heifer International.

The first book starts a bit slow as Rothfuss takes a full six chapters to develop the scene, but once the stage is set, the plot moves like a freight train.  I highly recommend reading Name of the Wind and The Wise Man’s Fear.  But prepare for disappointment, the third book of the series has yet to be published.

The Monday Book: SAFFRON CROSS by J. Dana Trent

saffron corssDana and I made Twitter-friends (is that a noun?) a couple of weeks before the Movable Feast of Authors run by Bookmarks, a very active lit-lovers group in North Carolina. The Feast entailed twenty tables of eight people, with authors moving in ten-minute intervals between them–a wild ride covered with online publicity, so Dana and I were in a lot of tweets together. One day I clicked on her icon and found her book was about being an ordained Baptist minister married to a Hindu who used to be a monk.

Well, that sounded intriguing….

Dana and I got a chance to chat after the event, and we traded books. (Don’t tell our publishers, ‘kay? Thanks.) She and Fred had gone on bookstore dates, and I’m fascinated by interfaith connections, so it seemed pretty natural.

More natural than the eHarmony match Dana and Fred made. Her book is less about external pressures put on them by others than personal expectations and changes. That’s what I liked most about her writing. Dana left a lot of space for others to interpret or extrapolate, by holding her narrative to “This is what happened to us; this is what I learned; this is how I understand the contentious points.” Saffron Cross is an honest description of a wife reconciling her full-on belief in Jesus with her husband’s full-on devotion to Krishna.

Early in the marriage, they decided they couldn’t take an easy road and worship separately as each saw fit; they had to share seeking God as a foundation for their shared lives. That made for some very interesting theological points not easy to reduce in a review. If I say that Dana and Fred set up a Hindu-tradition altar in their homes and included Jesus and the Bible in its objects, you might get the idea that this was an easy compromise, rather than a parsed-apart and carefully considered decision about how the two faiths work. You might think about hair-splitting, mental gymnastics, and semantic end runs around scripture.

And that would be the wrong idea, because nothing comes easy in this pragmatic narrative. Back when Sue Monk Kidd wrote about her rejection of male-centered religion, my friends and I who read her memoir were frustrated. She avoided the central question: What about Jesus? If a guy says “I’m the son of God” and you relegate him to “I’m a son of God,” then you’re worshiping someone who belongs in a lunatic asylum. If Jesus isn’t God’s son, he’s a nut case. The “all religions lead to the real God” approach is facile if the only way to make that happen is reducing Jesus’ status.

Dana and Fred don’t take that route; she addresses both anecdotally and in theological observation that she believes Jesus is God’s son. Her meshing this with Fred’s approach, finding peace that they’re both on honest paths, proves less semantic than thought-provoking.

If you’re interested in Christianity because you are a Christian; if you’re anthropologically interested in faith communities; if you’re a Hindu frustrated with Western materialism; if you find marriage stories voyeuristically interesting; or if you like the idea of a woman Baptist hospice minister, you’ll find Saffron Cross a densely packed book that keeps you up late.

And I admit to giggling, thinking of how hard it was explaining Little Bookstore in ten minutes to eight strangers, and there’s Dana sitting down to her tables: “Hi, I’m a Southern Baptist married to this nice Hindu guy…” Oh, to be a fly on the wall.