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St. James
A story about this — 3 years ago
That’s it. It’s done. It took me two weeks and about half a day to read all seven books in Steven King’s Dark Tower.
Again, like before, “Wizard & Glass” was achingly sad and heartbreaking, “Song of Susannah” deeply disturbing, and the immense, phenomenal “The Dark Tower” did what no book has no other has ever made me do. There are very few stories I read that move me deeply, but this story does that and I am glad to have read it all these many times.
Pages 374 through 392 of The Dark Tower brought me to tears. Not slight weeping either. My heart ached as I read.
I will likely have another stab at re-reading it later this year, because I’ve been reading the ones I have twice a year since I first read The Gunslinger six years ago.
Now that it is done, I am sad, I am glad… it has done to me what all good stories should do to it’s readers… made me feel. King’s ability to characterise is quite astounding.
Funnily enough, I am unmoved in any way to read anything else he has written other than The Stand, which I think is his only other really brilliant piece of writing. (Although I thought IT was amazing too, but I NEVER want to read IT again, that shit frightened the bejesus out of me!) None of his other writing even tickles me into wanting to read.
Two weeks of steady immersion in Roland of Gilead’s world has kind of cast a light over everything. I don’t know how else to describe it. Not even The Lord Of The Rings ever made me cry, but those passages between 374 and 392 did it both times I read them.
I don’t know if I can describe this story as pleasant; it’s much too grim for that. Masterfully managed by Sai King, the story has a sense of reality to it. You are there. You experience the characters fears and victories. And pleasant or unpleasant, the story rings true in an odd way, and King manages to make it real in some vital way.
It’s a story with a satisfying crunch.
Say thank ya, big big!
