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The Dark Tower: My Journey Ends.

Where do I begin (or so the song goes, anyway)? It’s been a two month journey, but I finally completed all seven books of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower last weekend. So I’ve had a few days to let them sink into my consciousness, to absorb their intensity and work out what I really thought of them.

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? And be warned, there are spoilers ahead; minor ones, but spoilers nonetheless.

The Gunslinger introduces Roland Deschain, son of Steven, of the Line of Eld.

He’s an enigmatic character, a man of violence, born from tragic events from his past. He is the last of his kind, alone in a world that has “moved on,” may it do ya. It was my third time reading this book, but for once it took me into Roland’s world. This time around, I felt I could move on with the gunslinger and join his quest for the Dark Tower and follow along with him as he chased the man in black across the desert.

The Drawing of the Three is where it went wrong for me last time around. I wanted to stay in Roland’s world.

Eddie Dean of New York

But I forced myself to get into the mind of Eddie Dean, heroin addict. And it was through Eddie that I learned more about Roland and what he had to do in order to achieve his destiny. Eddie’s rescue from gangsters and his “cold turkey” experience endeared him to me. His interactions with Roland provide a fair amount of humour.

Susannah Dean

It was in helping Roland to secure the last of the “three” that Eddie met the woman who would change his life forever: Odetta Holmes Walker, she who was to become Susannah Dean. Odetta/Detta/Susannah lost her legs when a maniac serial killer, Jack Mort, pushed her onto the subway tracks, just ahead of an oncoming train. When Roland and Eddie drew her into Roland’s world, she and Eddie fell in love. But still, Roland’s ka-tet was not complete.

The Waste Lands brings back Jake Chambers, the boy Roland let die in book one. “There are other worlds than this,” Jake said as he fell to his death.

Jake Chambers sees the rose.

And there most certainly were other worlds. At the beginning of book three, both Roland and Jake are slowly going insane. Jake because he’s positive he should be dead; Roland because without Jake, his ka-tet is incomplete. In a wonderfully tense section, involving Jake, a haunted house, a rose that appears to be related to the Dark Tower itself, and a sex-mad demon, Jake arrives into Roland’s world. For his troubles he finds a pet: a billy-bumbler he calls Oy. By far the most disturbing sequence in the book is the introduction of Blaine the Mono. A psychopathic monorail with a penchant for riddles, the novel ends on the series’ first real cliffhanger.

The loyal Oy.

Wizard and Glass resolves that cliffhanger and shows once again why Roland cannot complete his quest alone. Each of his ka-tet brings their own uniqueness and talents to the table.

The book then takes us back to when Roland was a teenager. He and his friends are sent on a mission, part punishment for their impudence, but also because the Good Man John Farson has brought insurrection to Mid-World. It is on this mission that Roland meets the love of his life, Susan Delgado.

Susan Delgado

Roland and Susan carry out a clandestine love affair, but Roland is ever mindful that it will not – and cannot – end well. There is far too much at stake for something as trivial as love to come between him and his mission. The town of Mejoris, where Susan lives, hides a deadly secret: there are forces of evil at work here, and not just human ones. There is a glass ball that contains Roland’s ultimate destiny. It is the fight for the ball, and the routing of Farson’s men and machines, that brings Susan and Roland’s love to an end.

Roland shares this story with his ka-tet as a way of catharsis. Once it’s told, he can now move on with his quest. But it proves that wherever Roland travels, death is never too far behind.

Wolves of The Calla is King’s homage of sorts to The Seven Samurai and The Magnificent Seven. Calla Brynn Sturgis is under threat from the Wolves, creatures that appear once every 25 years to abduct children, specifically a twin. The townsfolk approach Roland and his band to help them. Not everybody is on the side of good, though. Inevitably there are some who wish that Roland would simply go away. In the end, there is a resolution of sorts – but at a cost to Susannah.

What makes this book stand out from the previous in the series is that King begins to link Roland’s quest with some of his own work. Wolves reintroduces Father Donald Callahan from Salem’s Lot and it here that we begin to see what the author is up to. The Dark Tower is a meta-narrative: a story about a story, a story within a story. King has gone all postmodern on his reader.

Song of Susannah is the penultimate novel in King’s series. It’s also the one that, or so I’m told, is the weakest of the seven. I suppose one of the books has to be. But I liked it for its brevity. It’s basically one set-piece after another. Susannah is in New York and is in thrall to a demon called Mia. Mia is the “mother” of the child Susannah now bears. (Remember the sex-mad demon from The Waste Land?) Roland is the “father.”

The most remarkable section in this book is where Stephen King brings himself into the story. To his credit, he doesn’t come out too well. He’s well aware of what type of person he was back in the day: a soon-to-be chronic alcoholic, a lazy writer who didn’t want to finish his magnum opus. Roland and Eddie, realising that King is the focus point of their quest, turn up on his doorstep and convince him to complete their story. (Which, as we all know, he did…eventually.)

The Dark Tower is the last volume of the series, a massive 800 page conclusion to all that has gone before.

And it’s a belter. I’ve not read a book that size in such a short space of time. Though I tried to stretch it out as long as I could, I needed to know what happened at the end. I lost sleep reading it – and I don’t regret a single moment.

But did it end well? Did Roland reach his fabled Tower? Yes, of course he did. Did he make the final journey on his own, just as he thought he always would? I’m not giving too much away by saying that yes, he did.

But what of his ka-tet? I’m pleased to say that each character is gifted with an end that’s fitting. I’m not necessarily saying that they all lived happily ever after, or even if they lived at all. There is bloodshed and there are tears. There has to be. But what of the end? Those of you who have read the series know what I mean by the end.

Well, I have to say that I was waiting for it. It kind of ends where the story begins. It’s not a “reset button,” I don’t think. But it makes sense in a way that Lost couldn’t and didn’t. Would I revisit Roland’s world again? I would…but not for a while. I want to savour it for now. I want to remember it for what it is: a bloody good story, an epic tale, packed with characters that fill your head; a book that I can now say, with head high, that I’ve read and enjoyed.

Mr. King, thankee-sai.

The Waste Lands

The Dark Tower III: The Waste Lands

And so it is written: He that has not been converted will forever be cast out. Scratch that! I’m now halfway through The Dark Tower Volume III: The Waste Lands. Consider me converted. After the drama of Volume II: The Drawing of the Three, I feel I know these people: Roland of Gilead, Eddie Dean and Odetta Holmes/Detta Walker, she who was to become Susannah Dean.

I jumped for joy when Jake popped by for a cameo, then became depressed when he went his own way again. I knew he would appear later in the series, but I wanted more of him: the boy who had died not once, but twice.

Roland’s health issues caused me some concern, and I hated the lobstrocities (shiver) for maiming him. But he’s a flexible gunslinger, our Roland is. He can shoot better than Clint Eastwood, even if he’s minus a finger or two.

Eddie Dean confused me. Here was a heroine addict, a drug mule. How could he become part of a quest. He’s no hero, I thought.

And Odetta, sweet, adorable, leg-less Odetta. Her alter-ego, Detta, frightened the bejaysus out of me. I’ve never read a more foul-mouthed, hateful creature in many a long day. Her process, her drawing, in becoming the wonderful Susannah Dean at Vol. II’s climax was/is like nothing I’ve read in many…you get the picture.

Now I’m here, at Vol. III of a seven book sequence and already beginning to think about what I’ll do when the series comes to an end. I may cry.

But I’ve a while to go yet.

The Dark Tower Grabs Me

The Drawing of the Three: The Dark Tower Part Two

I don’t know what happened this time around; but I finished The Gunslinger over two feverish nights. I’ve been reading this way a lot recently. Joe Hill’s Heart-shaped Box and Justin Cronin’s The Passage were read in greedy, super-sized bites. As a result, I’ve lost a bit of sleep – but I’m not complaining. Plenty of time to sleep when you’re dead, right?

Anyway, on the third time of asking, Stephen King’s introduction to the world of Roland of Gilead caught me by the short and curlies, and wouldn’t let go until the last page was turned. When I was done with it, I wanted to know more. I had questions I wanted answered.

Who is Roland Dechain? Who or what is the Man in Black? Is he Marten, Walter o’ Dim, or both? What is the Drawing? What happened between Roland and Susan? Is Jake really dead? Fortunately for me, I had the next book, ready and waiting. I’ve started The Drawing of the Three, and already our hero is in a spot of bother. I see serious problems ahead, Roland thinks. So do I.

The Dark Tower Beckons Me.

The Dark Tower 1: The GunslingerMost readers will know what I mean when I say that there are those books that you just won’t read. The reasons can vary, and at the end of the day, they don’t really matter. It’s all about taste and whatever floats your boat on any given day.

I have no particular genre when it comes to reading. I’ve read the lot: mystery and suspense; horror and ghost stories; science fiction and fantasy; westerns and historical fiction; romance and Young Adult.  I read The Exorcist and The Godfather at the age of twelve. I ‘murdered’ Agatha Christie novels like I was a serial killer. But when my reading really took off, it was Stephen King I turned to. Carrie, The Shining, The Stand and It remain to this day books I would carry with me to a desert island. But I could never take to The Dark Tower series.

I read The Gunslinger when it came out first. I read it again when the revised edition was published in 2003. I didn’t…couldn’t…wasn’t drawn to The Drawing of the Three.

I’ve been badgered (in a nice way) by my writing group to give the series another go. So I will. It’s been seven years since I read the first in King’s seven book sequence. It’s all about the number seven. I’ll start soon with The Gunslinger and – heaven help me – I’ll hit the second book straight after. I’m a reader on a mission, and I’ll keep you updated on my progress. Wish me luck.