Unlike most fantasy novels, "Fairfaxe" is less about Tolkien-esque world-building and more about intense, pointed character studies. That isn't to say the world is dull and muted; on the contrary, it's filled with little cultural hooks that beg for further exploration. Still, the focus is squarely on the people who inhabit it, who, unlike typical fantasy characters, are not merely cut from archetypical wool; they're much more diverse and human and accessible than the broad-stroke generalizations that typically plague the genre. Fairfaxe is not made of iron with a steel resolve, or a bewildered neophyte tasked with fulfilling an overwhelming destiny; he's a frightened, middle-aged intellectual with a childlike thirst for adventure that somehow keeps pushing him on. Likewise, the townsfolk he meet aren't preoccupied with the monsters over in other lands, or with whatever looming threat there appears to be; they're average people living normal lives, just trying to get by. And the antagonists, when you do meet them, simply defy easy categorization.
As with Mr. Newcomb's films, there are nihilist/existentialist undertones that add more than a tinge of dark comedy to the work. For instance, there's a scene where Fairfaxe attempts to straighten a gravestone in a hillside cemetary that has an unfortunate outcome, but Fairfaxe's reaction lends the situation a sad humor that gives the situation an emotional weight it otherwise wouldn't.
This is a thoughtful and well-written piece of literature that is well worth your time.