I have tried to describe it as other-worldly, touching both writer and reader at the soul level, and a thing of inspiration, though many claim there is more of perspiration to this process. There is no way to explain the “it” factor. This classic is a primer on “How to Write Beautifully While Keeping the Plot (mostly) Moving.” Not at the pace of a modern work, especially the grimdark stuff that many seem to enjoy and there are no bloody battle scenes, there is no graphic sex, rape, or murder, but it somehow manages to be wonderful. The nuance we hope for is present throughout, so even the really-bad bad guy is fully fleshed. There are no cardboard figures, no noble savages, this being near the beginning of the anti-hero era in literature and cinema. (If you hated that, then skip this you will not enjoy 1960s era whimsical fantasy.) To say I identified with the characters and that they were sympathetic is like saying that a quiet cloud drifting past a shining, amber harvest moon is beautiful. I find myself at a loss because anything I write will be so inferior to it and I’d like to do THE LAST UNICORN justice. This breezy gem-of-a-book is hard to describe. Patrick Rothfuss called this “the best book I’ve ever read.” His love for THE LAST UNICORN explains the tone and texture of his THE SLOW REGARD OF SILENT THINGS EBR Review, which I loved, and it was Rothfuss’s endorsement that prompted me to get in the Way Back Machine and read this classic.
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