The Name of the Wind is a brilliant fantasy novel that is as deeply concerned with social inequality as it is in love with song and music. It’s mostly narrated by an unreliable man with an ego the size of an overgrown draccus, and whose melancholy imbues the story with an important dose of pathos: the tone makes it clear that, despite all his wondrous adventures and wonderful achievements, he’s not spinning a happy tale.
The prologue’s main purpose is not to introduce a character or setting but to build a somber mood: it goes on to describe the silence that permeates a certain inn, analyzing its layers to expose the sadness at its core. It guides the reader to focus on things [...]