I can honestly say this is the worst piece of fiction I have ever encountered, in any genre. It's hard to know where to start critiquing this book since I hated so very many things about it. First off, it is about four times too long. I'm all for an epic sized novel if the story can support it, but this one doesn't come close.
The dialogue is, for the most part, trite and boring and the characters are all astoundingly two-dimensional and unauthentic. They are all constantly doing things against their described nature, and so many of their actions are inconsistent with what the characters know and how they would logically act. This is part of what makes the story read like a rough draft where the author is trying to get the plot down and needs to go back and do some serious polishing. The polishing never occurred.
The characters all make the most idiotic mistakes about things that a kindergartner would have been able to reason out. This is just bad writing. The author could have achieved the same results in far more plausible ways, while at the same time giving the characters some consistency, intelligence, forethought, and reasoning ability.
Like many other negative reviewers, I am astounded by the sheer quantity of trite plot devices. He really pushes Jungian literary theories of collective conscious and archetypes to the limit. On just the fantasy genre level, we have woodsmen/rangers, a magical sword, a quirky old wizard, young, mysterious, and coincidentally gorgeous magic-wielding young woman, and old witch living by herself in the woods, hellhouds (I know they're called heart hounds, but come on, they're hellhounds), a mystically wise yet primitive tribe, a talking and intelligent red dragon, an evil sorceress, a wicked queen, mystical artifacts, spells and enchantments out the wazoo, a charming yet horrible villain who happens to have mastery over every type of magic with an unquestionably detestable 2nd in command, a monster in a cave, a character that is undeniably a Gollum rip-off, a magical deadline, and more. The real show stopper on the trite-fest that is this book is the "Luke, I am your father"-esque moment at the end.
The plot line in the book was not well planned out, if it even was planned out; I would not be the least bit surprised to hear that the author just winged it. Think of the plot of a good book as an enjoyable road trip. The route will turn, taking you past several interesting vistas, while still generally heading towards the destination. The plot for Wizard's First Rule stops at every turn out and explores every cul de sac along the way, and frequently stops, goes back a ways, and then drives over the same stretch a second time. It is chock full of sequences that do nothing to advance the story or aid character development.
The anti-collectivist/anti-communist/pro-individualism message came across crystal clear, as well it should, since it was not in the least bit disguised and was often repeated. I don't have a problem with the content of this message, just that it was so blatant and heavy handed. The other oft-repeated and preachy moral was that of relative morality, which I did have an issue with. The main character, through the preaching of his trusted wizard friend, keeps having deep thoughts about how there is no good or evil from the viewpoint of those making a choice or performing an action. Like we are supposed to believe that, from the viewpoint of the child-molesting serial killer character, he considers his actions good and morally acceptable. Boo, Mr. Goodkind, boo.
Speaking of the child-molesting serial killer, he was only one of several deeply disturbing elements of the book. Not only do we have evil characters doing horribly naughty things, we, as readers, are treated to graphic descriptions of said naughty things. We get to hear about the molester's love of buggery, the dominatrices passion for torture, and how the pointlessly-vegetarian-turned-cannibal evil ruler first brainwashed his child victim before pouring molten lead down his throat, mutilated his body, and ate parts of it. Oh, and a bunch of rape.
This was just 832 pages of a horribly written waste of time. If I didn't enjoy meeting with my book-club (which is discussing this in a few weeks), I wouldn't have continued past the first chapter. I deeply resent the time this book took to read, as I have so many more worthy things I could have been reading in its stead.