This just in from
antishurtugal:
The Fourth Brick has been named.The title of the book is...
Brisingr.
There is, however, a problem with naming the book
Brisingr. The title of a book is supposed to draw in readers. It's supposed to elicit curiosity about what the book is about, give them an idea of what is to be expected or what might happen.
For example:
Jurassic Park Dinosaurs and a park.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Harry dealing with something called the Deathly Hallows.
A day in the life of the Soviet Union ... well that one's obvious.
Brisingr ... cat on the keyboard? Random letters pulled from a hat? Typo?
The point is, it doesn't invoke any idea of what the story is supposed to be about, which is the entire point of a title. He may be constrained by wanting to only use one word, but there are hundreds of other words that he could have used instead of a made up one that no one will understand unless they've read the previous two books.
What it feels like, instead, is that Paolini is trying to be clever. While the word may "touch on Eragon's inheritance" it doesn't let anyone but him know that. It gives him an air of superiority. He is using a word that in old Norse means "fire" and isn't he clever for knowing that? And not only that but he's sophisticated and intelligent and up in that ivory tower with all the other professors who study such things like Old Norse. He's even in the same league as Tolkien because Tolkien studied such languages.
But Tolkien never needed to show off. (And he had the decency to write titles that people could understand.) At least not in the title. He used his languages subtly and never in such a way that people went "buh" to try and understand what was going on. He didn't use them to show how clever he was for making up a language but instead to help create the feel of a different world, make it rich and look like there was much more going on than what was happening in the story being told.
He didn't aspire to be the next something or another, he just aspired to tell a story and to share his world. Paolini however, and this maybe one of his biggest problems, tries so hard to be the next Tolkien that he's lost sight of the primary purpose of writing, which is to tell a story. Instead he throws in things that will make him look like an intelligent and great writer who deserves to be next to Tolkien without really seeing if it makes sense, which gives his world that patchwork feeling.
And I just COMPLETELY tangented, didn't I?