Today i started reading Brisinger -the third book in Eragon -the inheritance trilogy. The earlier two books were build upon the simple to cast yet intriguing world of magic, dragons, fairies, which have instilled a sense of curiosity in men of all ages( that certainly includes all ye women out there).
So as a child of seventeen years paolini writes a book publishes it when 19 and the book turns out to be a bestseller converted to movies …yeah I know that run of the mill story.
But what is unique here is the manner of his presentation of that fantasy world. He tries to express or understand the intricacies human thought processes, intricacies of behavior and the traits that form the very crux of our race.
He explores the insecurity, the introspection, the speculations and the baser instincts of man with an élan. And uniquely this is done through the protagonist. Voila we have Eragon the son of a farmer elated to the status of one of the dragon riders of yore, up in arms against the evil king Galbatorix- whose powers know no bound. So Eragon is introspecting, latching upon his past, reconnoitering his future, and fighting through his present constantly learning who he is or what he has become. The transition is pain full sad at times but altogether a refreshing (if you know what I mean).
In the book which intrigued me the most was the concept of “name”. It has been asserted if you know the name – the true name of someone (the individual in question doesn’t know it himself….obviously) you can wield a lot of power on him. Eragon do this. What actually happens that he gains a powerful insight in the Sloan’s nature understanding him better than the butcher himself .Consequently forcing him to do the things he never wanted to do. It can be considered as manipulating a person and mind you , you can be dead effective if you know him in and out. Naturally the person if knows himself, his true name he attains powers-powers to an extent he never had. Now can I do that? Can you do that? (Don’t answer dumbo that was rhetoric)
By the way the book is an interesting read. Tends to slow down in some parts but the finale is awesome. And brisingir(in case you were wondering is the name of rider’s sword and that too a true one).
So if u read it please interpret the meaning of this phrase and let me know “Adrift upon the sea of time a lonely god walks shore to distant shore upholding the laws of stars above”. Adios ……………………………………….