Book Porn

Here's the 10 year anniversary edition for The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss and published by American publisher: DAW books.

I'm not here to talk about whether the Kingkiller books are any good, as I haven't read them (and I won't until the trilogy, if that's what it'll remain, is complete), or to wonder and speculate about writing practices, or the bad practice of adapting incomplete stories into movies or television series (And it IS bad: You can all look to Game of Thrones for that to see the horror that comes from selling an incomplete story into adaptation; the adaptation catches up and overtakes the source material and lo and behold the continuation of the source fiction becomes altered, deviates from its original plan, loses its focus, becomes complacent and the original vision is lost).

Hem hem. No. I'm not here to comment on the background of the novel, I am here as a book lover purely to say that this edition looks damn gorgeous.

 I wasn't sure when I saw it online whether the red edging to the pages was a good idea, but when in hand, it's undeniably very striking.

My lord, that is a beautiful cover. 

Nope, no idea. Some in-world Lore thing I'm guessing.

No picture of the back since pictures of dark, even blankness excite absolutely no-one.

Open the book and you are met with this:

And if that doesn't oil your book lover's soul... then... well. I don't know what to tell you. You might be dead.

But then that nigh-on perfect presentation is a little bit undercut by the ridiculously lengthy self-masturbatory 'praise' section.

I mean, seriously.

Easy snark would be too easy.
So I will refrain.

And also some beautiful finish in the back.

All in all, I don't think I've seen more effort put in a publication since The Way of Kings Tor edition, and this one frankly blows that one out of the water.