I received this book in exchange for an honest review.
When I first read the description of the Eleventh Ring, I had sort of a nostalgic feeling. It was if I was a kid again, reading the old child books of my parents'. You know, the type with large pages, thin binding, and frayed edges? Upon reading the story, that feeling never really left me.
The book centers around a Rabbit named Bartholomew. He's a quirky, well-to-do rabbit with a butler. He's not really a tough leading man, nor is he all together resourceful. In fact, at the start, there really isn't anything remarkable about him. However, that's not really the way he sees himself.
This juxtaposition of how Bartholomew sees himself, and how he really is, was played up beautifully from the get-go and quickly established, which leads our protagonist on an eventful, and sometimes whimsical, journey.
The adventure is sparked by Bart's incessant need to find this "lost" object of his. The only problem is, he doesn't know WHAT it is he lost, or if he even had it to begin with. This also means he doesn't know what it looks like, feels like, or anything else that would help him better understand what he's looking for, or where to find it. All he thinks he knows is that it has the ability to roll.
So, at the recommendation of his butler Parfello (more on him in a bit), he sets off on an adventure to a cave in order to ask it a question (I know, silly, right?). This happens pretty early on, and Bartholomew ventures to the cave, stays there for a while, and finally receives an answer.
You would think the story would be over there, and at first I thought the book would be centered around Bart's journey to the cave. But, in fact, this just ends up being some clever misdirection by the author as the answer given by the cave is what actually sets Bartholomew on his real journey, and helps shape him as a man....er, rabbit, I mean.
The best character in the book is Parfello. He's the most efficiently written, he's dry, witty, and just an all-round good guy who is sort of tired with everything, but at the same time so committed and dependent on his role as a butler.
Parfello is sort of like Bartholomew's Alfred, though Bart is nothing like the Dark Knight. Parfello seems to know a lot, but is somehow in the role of Bartholomew's direct report. He also seems to know our hero better than our hero knows himself, but still acquiesces to his master's every wish, no matter how silly. In fact, now that I think of it, a better comparison for Parfello and Bartholomew would be a Jeffery to Will Smith comparison from the Fresh Prince of Bell Air. Yeah, that's the one I'm going to go with.
There are some things I didn't like about the book, but the only real complaint I have about it is the constant lack of tags. I know tags are boring, and when used all the time they really make a story suck. However, when reading this, I found myself wondering who the hell was talking. In fact, this is the most difficult at the very beginning when you're not used to the style. The opening lines of Chapter 2 are mostly quotes with no action or tags. It's not until 7 or 8 lines into it that you finally get a tag. When this happens, you have to go back and fill in the holes and go "Ok, so if Bart was lines 7 at 11, then that means Parfello was the even lines? Maybe?"
The action described is swift, and doesn't linger. Most of the world is described in passing, and that fits with the mold of Bartholomew as he spends most of the novel really just wrapped up in his own version of things, though he doesn't come off like a self absorbed dick. He's more of a Japanese tourist taking flash photography at the Louvre: blissfully unaware he's breaking the rules, annoying people, and not the center of the universe.
The Eleventh Ring doesn't take itself too seriously, and reminds me a lot of a Wallace & Gromit adventure. In fact, I think the book would be pretty suitable for that general audience. I could definitely see this as a claymation film of some sort. And it would be very entertaining for older kids. I wouldn't even mind a few pictures sprinkled in every now and then to help accent the lack of world building. But don't go whole-hog picture book like a lot of the junk published for kids now-a-days.
I give the Eleventh Ring a solid 4.5 stars.