Published: Between 1970 and 2004
Like the earlier ones, which deserve it, the later books in
Stephen King’s sprawling seven book epic, The Dark Tower, garner four or five
star ratings on Amazon. It’s anyone’s guess why. Perhaps readers are too
embarrassed, having struggled through the last few thousand pages, to admit
having disliked it? Despite the positive user reviews, I cannot find any good
reason to recommend this overblown saga to anyone, unless you’re a die-hard King
fan or are doing a lengthy sentence in one of those prisons where government
cuts have abolished the library.
Yet it
all started so well. The Dark Tower series (comprising seven books: The Gunslinger, The Drawing of the Three,
The Waste Lands, Wizard and Glass, Wolves of the Calla, Song of Susannah and
The Dark Tower) started life as a
magazine-serialised novella (latterly published as the first book in the
series) back in about 1970 that introduced us to an intriguing figure, Roland
the Gunslinger. The desert landscape and hitching-post townships in which we
first meet Roland initially have an Old-West aura, but references to 20th
Century songs such as ‘Hey Jude’, mutant animals and atomic powered water pumps
soon suggest something more malevolent and gone-wrong on this world (things
have ‘moved on’ as we are endlessly reminded). I was swept along as much by the
instinct to hunt for clues to the fate of this apparently once-advanced society
as I was by King’s effortlessly deft writing.
Early
on we learn two things about Roland: that he is a ‘gunslinger’, a kind of peacekeeper
/ lawmaker; and that he is on a quest for the Dark Tower (of which more later).
We subsequently learn that Roland’s world is only one of many, because the
universe consists of different dimensions around its literal and metaphorical
centre-point, the imperilled Dark Tower which Roland is driven to both reach and protect. It’s possible, by means of varying
degrees of danger, to cross between the worlds, and in this way, in the second
book, Roland draws his fellow, initially reluctant questers: New York junkie Eddie,
multiple-personality-disorder Odetta, and more-perceptive-than-his-years Jake
(all from ‘our’ world). Together they’re Roland’s ka-tet (yeah, King pretty
much runs riot with the made-up words thing from this point onwards). The
second and third books – the high point in my opinion – pluck us unsuspectingly
from the relatively slow-paced desert trek of The Gunslinger and plunge us
headlong into real-world New York of the 1980s and 1960s respectively, as
Roland must get to grips with Eddie and Odetta’s world and coerce them, via
whatever means, to join his quest. The next thing I knew (and, at the speed I
read them, it really did feel that way) they’re fighting to escape the
post-apocalyptic, one-time high tech metropolis of Lud together in The Waste
Lands, one of King’s best-paced novels.
The
second and third books are exciting, imaginative and action packed, equal to
any of King’s best-known novels. Number four, Wizard and Glass, is essentially
a self-contained story of Roland’s lost love – diverting enough, but after the
gathering pace of the previous three I felt like the series had gone off the
boil a bit, and never really regains its momentum. Tellingly, this coincides –
from this instalment onwards – with King’s attempts to flesh out his worldview
and what the Dark Tower’s really all about. I’d argue that he never properly
succeeds in this (probably because he was making up the story as he went along,
initially) and the whole work, as a result, feels like less than the sum of its
parts. Despite the subsequent novels getting interminably longer, I never felt
like I got to know or develop any real affection for the characters in the way
that I did in, say, It (still King’s finest work). Odetta (Susannah) in
particular becomes a bit of a non-entity after her dual-personality problems
are resolved.
Although
less compulsive than the earlier novels, Wizard and Glass and Wolves of the
Calla are at least coherent, engaging, and usually strike a reasonable balance
between the main series plot arc, and their own individual stories. Yes, the self-indulgent
references to King’s other work become more frequent as he tries to use the
Dark Tower series to link up and underpin the rest of his work (basically, all
of his non-Dark Tower stories take place within the Dark Tower macroverse,
which explains all the supernatural stuff) and yes, this can seem clunky at
times. But it doesn’t prepare you for the literary kick-in-the-nuts that King
saves until (almost) last: he writes himself in. Yes, really. And not in the
wry, ironic, (potentially) clever breaking-the-fourth-wall kind of way, either.
It’s in the getting his own characters to save his life in the (actual)
near-fatal road accident in around 2000 kind of way. Because on one level of
the Dark Tower, all of it is a story in a Stephen King book, making him like a
sort of god. Oh dear. It would be wrong to condemn the entire series for this remarkably
hubristic indulgence. But it’s also true that this element could, and should,
have all been cut without any harm at all being done to the rest of the story.
Even
leaving King’s own appearance aside, the last few books (the final one in
particular) constantly feel like they ought to have been at least 20% shorter
(hey, it’s actually more like 40%), via the removal of irrelevant scenes or
chapters, and the paring-down on wafflingly unnecessary description of
everything (minor characters, buildings, snow, rusty bathtub floors,
everything). When not over-writing in this way, King is still capable of
producing top-notch prose, but sadly the latter Dark Tower books miss out on
this treatment. You can almost imagine him, past caring but doggedly forcing
himself to bang out X thousand words per day, churning this stuff out. The
in-references become tiresome rather than rewarding, leading to the suspicion
that King is substituting inspiration for self-derivation. It’s no coincidence
that King’s best books in recent years, minor gems like Joyland, owe nothing to
either the Dark Tower macroverse or his earlier works. The ‘boss’ baddie, meanwhile,
The Crimson King (the one to whom many of the villains we meet along the way to
the Dark Tower are mere servants) is ultimately disappointing when he finally
shows up. As for the real conclusion – reaching the Dark Tower itself – well, I’m
not going to let anyone plough increasingly drudgingly through a seven-novel
fantasy series only to have the end spoiled for them. At any rate, it’s
probably best left down to the ‘make up your own mind’ school of thought.
There’s
an almost inevitable disappointment to finishing a major series of books; they almost
never satisfy in the way they built themselves up to. But at their best, they
should leave you feeling bereft and wondering what could take their place in
your life. Not The Dark Tower, though. I was just grateful to be done with the
damn thing. The lasting impression is that the series was at its best in its
earlier days, when King had little idea where it was heading. Even so, I don’t
doubt that, with a bit of judicial fat-trimming in some places and fleshing out
in others, this wouldn’t be a more satisfying and coherent read. But is it King’s
magnus-opus, his crowning achievement? I don’t think so. The Dark Tower (and
its sodding Beams) ought to stand as a testimony to the practical truth that
all authors, no matter how successful, famous or prolific, must still have
their work subjected to the attentions of a dispassionate, hard-nosed editor.
A very interesting review which makes me feel that there is a lot about the series I would enjoy. I agree though that King 's books (particularly his more recent ones) could always be pared down and lose the padding that he invariably fills them with.
ReplyDeleteYeah, despite the inherent interest of the multiple-reality stuff, this series is just too compromised, despite it containing several excellent installments. King has written much better books than this
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