Ein Mann erwacht auf einem Feld – ohne zu wissen, wer er ist, woher er kommt und warum er dort ist. Seine Umgebung wirkt wie England im Mittelalter – doch ist es das wirklich? Seine einzige Hoffnung, zu überleben: Er muss einen Reiseführer mit dem Titel »Handbuch für den genügsamen Zauberer: Überleben im mittelalterlichen England« wieder zusammensetzen, der dummerweise bei seiner Ankunft an diesem Ort in Einzelteile zerlegt wurde. Außerdem muss er seine Erinnerung wiedererlangen und Verbündete unter den Einheimischen finden, bevor ihm mysteriöse Feinde an den Kragen gehen können …
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Wie er selbst im Postscript sagt, spielt dieses Buch nicht im Cosmere, ist aus der Ich-Perspektive geschrieben und eher Science Fiction statt Fantasy. Ich würde noch ergänzen, dass es humorvoller/weniger ernst ist als die anderen Werke, die ich von ihm kenne. Von daher sicher nicht das beste Buch, wenn man ihn als Autor mal anchecken möchte. Ich fands einen echt netten Happen zwischendurch.
"The more I've studied history, the more I've maintained that great achievements aren't so much about aptitude as about timing."
This one never really came together for me. I had similar concerns going into Tress of the Emerald Sea, but I ended up finding it pretty charming in the end after I'd spent some time with it. This one lacked that charming part, and just felt a bit of a chore to get through. It just wasn't what I expect out of Sanderson, and even beyond that, it was just....fine. Even reading it blind without knowing who the author was, I probably wouldn't rate it much higher.
I'll keep this brief and un-spoilery. A man wakes up in a field, surrounded by burned grass, doesn't remember how he got there or what he was doing or even who he was. Around him in the burned grass are charred pages …
"The more I've studied history, the more I've maintained that great achievements aren't so much about aptitude as about timing."
This one never really came together for me. I had similar concerns going into Tress of the Emerald Sea, but I ended up finding it pretty charming in the end after I'd spent some time with it. This one lacked that charming part, and just felt a bit of a chore to get through. It just wasn't what I expect out of Sanderson, and even beyond that, it was just....fine. Even reading it blind without knowing who the author was, I probably wouldn't rate it much higher.
I'll keep this brief and un-spoilery. A man wakes up in a field, surrounded by burned grass, doesn't remember how he got there or what he was doing or even who he was. Around him in the burned grass are charred pages of some book; reading these he starts piecing small things together. Turns out he's bought a pocket dimension in medieval England, but now he's stranded and has to figure out what to do, how to get home, and how to help the local people that rescued him.
Right off the bat I'll say Johnny's tendency to mentally rate experiences (like a Yelp reviewer or something) really grated on my nerves. It always felt forced and shoehorned in, and even after it's directly addressed near the end it didn't help. The humor in this one, too, felt repetitive, with a lot of the same joke beats being hit each time. Lots of eyeroll jokes. I also wasn't really invested in Johnny as the main character, as he felt really bland and boring. He does get quite a bit of character development near the end, but it's basically dumped on you all at once and doesn't feel very authentic as a result. The side characters aren't really explored all that much either, which, I guess, is a product of the relatively short nature of the book.
I loved the artwork though! Most pages feature at least a doodle at the bottom, with several full color spreads throughout. The concept of buying your own dimension to live out your medieval fantasy in is interesting, but since this seems like a one-off novel I'm a bit disappointed it can't be explored more. The story itself is....fine. Serviceable, but not remarkable.
In summary, kind of a miss for me. An adequate book, but not really a Sanderson book.
