The nice thing about this book is that there's very little fancy language. There's no strange names for things. The protagonist is a child prodigy, but this is set up from the very beginning, and it's made expressly clear that cleverness by itself is a double-edged sword that leads to overconfidence and arrogance. The fact that it keeps working for him makes me want to smack him, but as this sentiment is clearly reflected in the book itself, it makes it okay.

Speaking of which. You could call Kvothe a Mary Sue, but that's not quite right. He's not an Everyman, and he certainly has a personality of his own. It's more apropos to say he's what happens when you drop Richard Feynman into a medieval kingdom -- you spend half your time listening to a folky story about a car breaking down, and then two chapters in, you're floating down the river on a raft using a motor cobbled together out of the car's engine and a converter using the solar panels in his pocket calculator and some fresnel lenses he scraped out of the windshield and WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING.

Ahem.

So that's one thing. The other thing is that this book is a tease. A total, no-kidding tease. It will spend three pages telling you about the agony to come, and the hidden wonders of the ages. When you get to the story in question, you realize it's a wonder from his perspective, and a horror of embarrassment and awkwardness. This works especially well with the problems that Kvothe can't outsmart, such as women and his own feelings about them. Kvothe's agony over "the girl" is both painful and obvious to behold -- everyone tells him that she's bad news, and he can't help but agree with them. Yet he's a sentimental idiot with enough brains to berate himself for it.

One thing that the book does absolutely right is not telegraph the awesomeness of Kvothe. He has to earn his stripes. No-one hands down a prophecy and it's clear that while Kvothe is a prodigy, the Arcanum has seen his like before and doesn't treat him like the center of existence. The lack of portentousness is more of a refreshing change that I expected.

Except... well, it's portentous in retrospect. It just is. It's called the Kingkiller Chronicles, forchrissake. It's being related back by the protagonist, who the World in the present time clearly thinks is Just Plain Awesome. There are all sorts of hints dropped of the "unlucky future." And the World related is very clearly "the shire" -- it's bog standard fantasy kingdom land. It's got some wrinkles (people are notably kinder and more generous to the downtrodden than they are in other novels) but you would never mistake this for China Mieville or one of the other master world builders.

Still. It's worth reading, just for the experience of reading someone who knows how to tell a story in a straightforward fashion.