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Review: The Dark Tower
by Ogami
spoiler space if you're reading the series and not done yet
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I just finished reading Book VII of the Dark Tower series by Stephen King, and can now finally say I read the whole thing. I bought the early books, and read the last three for free from the public library. That was the right decision, as now I do not feel like I wasted as much money as I could have.
I shall be up front and say I am not a Stephen King fan. The only books I liked of his are his three short story collections and The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon. In all cases, King in small doses is tolerable for me. It's when he waxes poetic that he loses me as a reader.
There are many notable elements in the Dark Tower series that are interesting. There is the story of the gunslinger. There is the overall story of worlds that have "moved on" and are suffering dissolution and decay. These worlds contain vampires, radiation mutants, and lost robotic technologies from "North Central Positronics", a nod to Isaac Asimov.
Unfortunately for me as a reader, there's an awful lot of mental diarrhea one has to slog through to reach the good parts. King actually addresses readers like me in his "Coda" to the final book, readers who are more interested in where the journey is going and not so much the journey itself. I confess myself guilty of this, if it means reading a story that I can follow with clear and concise language. Yet King's hallmark writing to me is diarrhea of the mind, this term fits his writing style perfectly.
The overall story of the Dark Tower could fit in a Novella. Each book could be reduced to a short story, and you'd have the story. So if you did that to an 800-page volume of this work, what did the other 700 pages consist of? Meandering, rambling, mucus and blood-covered dream sequences. I'm sure some find King's endless passages of altered mental states spine-tingling. I found it boring in every work that he fills with the nonsense.
King is pigeon-holed as a horror writer, but all of his horror takes places in the realm of the psychological, we are transported into someone's mental illness. Thoughts bend and twist, reality is distorted, and the reader has to sort through the nonsense to find whatever King's wandering meaning is. That’s his gimmick, his trick, and I got the strong sensation of reading the Dark Tower books that we were simply reading the breakdown of one man's mind, King himself. (Which sort of comes true, plot-wise, in the last two books.)
Am I the only one to say "the Emperor has no clothes"? I find this writing style tedious and a waste of my time. I'll cite Book V as an example, Wolves of the Calla: The book is about robots dressed up as the Green Goblin (from the Spider-Man comic) who come into a dumpy farm town every generation, take some youths, and return them as altered mutants. Roland and his gunslingers take 736 pages of nightmares, dream sequences, and novella-sized flashbacks to defend the town a few days later and win the battle. I found myself caring not at all to the backstory, the dreams foreshadowing Book VI, or the other nonsense dimensional travel to pick up pieces of the quest. The book could have been a short story, and nothing in those 736 pages screamed to me as "essential" backstory that was a "must read". (This should prove I'm not a King groupie.)
The entire series is like that, and I guess you could chalk me up to being a sucker for reading the whole thing, looking for some meaning to the bloated story. There is none. Anyway, back to the Book VII, the conclusion: King has Roland find the Dark Tower in the final chapters, and as Roland walks through the final door, guess what? It's a RESET BUTTON, Roland of Gilead finds himself back on his quest for the Dark Tower, on the trail of the man he wants dead. There was nothing in the Tower, nothing to find, nothing to fix, it was just a time loop sending him back to square one.
Stephen King strives mightily to explain in his Coda to the book that this is his deep thinking process, but it really looks like a case where the author had no idea where he was going with the story or how to end it. (As one critic noted, shades of the non-ending to Matrix Revolutions.) So he didn't end it, he gave up in frustration and assumed his trillions of adoring fans would spend the rest of their lives searching for the "deeper meaning" in this bloated work. There is no deeper meaning, the Emperor has no clothes, and you all got taken on a joyride into his equally bloated bank vault. But I can’t laugh at anyone, because I donated to the Stephen King Suckers Fund to the tune of about $50+ for the first four books. I am so glad I read these other volumes for free from the library.
Thankee sai!
-Ogami
by Ogami
spoiler space if you're reading the series and not done yet
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I just finished reading Book VII of the Dark Tower series by Stephen King, and can now finally say I read the whole thing. I bought the early books, and read the last three for free from the public library. That was the right decision, as now I do not feel like I wasted as much money as I could have.
I shall be up front and say I am not a Stephen King fan. The only books I liked of his are his three short story collections and The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon. In all cases, King in small doses is tolerable for me. It's when he waxes poetic that he loses me as a reader.
There are many notable elements in the Dark Tower series that are interesting. There is the story of the gunslinger. There is the overall story of worlds that have "moved on" and are suffering dissolution and decay. These worlds contain vampires, radiation mutants, and lost robotic technologies from "North Central Positronics", a nod to Isaac Asimov.
Unfortunately for me as a reader, there's an awful lot of mental diarrhea one has to slog through to reach the good parts. King actually addresses readers like me in his "Coda" to the final book, readers who are more interested in where the journey is going and not so much the journey itself. I confess myself guilty of this, if it means reading a story that I can follow with clear and concise language. Yet King's hallmark writing to me is diarrhea of the mind, this term fits his writing style perfectly.
The overall story of the Dark Tower could fit in a Novella. Each book could be reduced to a short story, and you'd have the story. So if you did that to an 800-page volume of this work, what did the other 700 pages consist of? Meandering, rambling, mucus and blood-covered dream sequences. I'm sure some find King's endless passages of altered mental states spine-tingling. I found it boring in every work that he fills with the nonsense.
King is pigeon-holed as a horror writer, but all of his horror takes places in the realm of the psychological, we are transported into someone's mental illness. Thoughts bend and twist, reality is distorted, and the reader has to sort through the nonsense to find whatever King's wandering meaning is. That’s his gimmick, his trick, and I got the strong sensation of reading the Dark Tower books that we were simply reading the breakdown of one man's mind, King himself. (Which sort of comes true, plot-wise, in the last two books.)
Am I the only one to say "the Emperor has no clothes"? I find this writing style tedious and a waste of my time. I'll cite Book V as an example, Wolves of the Calla: The book is about robots dressed up as the Green Goblin (from the Spider-Man comic) who come into a dumpy farm town every generation, take some youths, and return them as altered mutants. Roland and his gunslingers take 736 pages of nightmares, dream sequences, and novella-sized flashbacks to defend the town a few days later and win the battle. I found myself caring not at all to the backstory, the dreams foreshadowing Book VI, or the other nonsense dimensional travel to pick up pieces of the quest. The book could have been a short story, and nothing in those 736 pages screamed to me as "essential" backstory that was a "must read". (This should prove I'm not a King groupie.)
The entire series is like that, and I guess you could chalk me up to being a sucker for reading the whole thing, looking for some meaning to the bloated story. There is none. Anyway, back to the Book VII, the conclusion: King has Roland find the Dark Tower in the final chapters, and as Roland walks through the final door, guess what? It's a RESET BUTTON, Roland of Gilead finds himself back on his quest for the Dark Tower, on the trail of the man he wants dead. There was nothing in the Tower, nothing to find, nothing to fix, it was just a time loop sending him back to square one.
Stephen King strives mightily to explain in his Coda to the book that this is his deep thinking process, but it really looks like a case where the author had no idea where he was going with the story or how to end it. (As one critic noted, shades of the non-ending to Matrix Revolutions.) So he didn't end it, he gave up in frustration and assumed his trillions of adoring fans would spend the rest of their lives searching for the "deeper meaning" in this bloated work. There is no deeper meaning, the Emperor has no clothes, and you all got taken on a joyride into his equally bloated bank vault. But I can’t laugh at anyone, because I donated to the Stephen King Suckers Fund to the tune of about $50+ for the first four books. I am so glad I read these other volumes for free from the library.
Thankee sai!
-Ogami