A few weeks ago I decided that it was time to start reading Stephen King’s epic series The Dark Tower. I figured that if I timed it just right I’d be ready to start on the final, seventh volume when it’s published on September 18th. So far things are on track: I’m half way through Wizard and Glass, the fourth volume in the series. Volume 5, Wolves of the Calla, is sitting on the table, ready and waiting. And I’m enjoying the whole project immensely.
Oddly, I’ve never been a great reader of Stephen King until this year. I don’t enjoy horror for its own sake, in literature or film. (A couple of days ago I started watching the movie of Dreamcatcher on TV and wound up turning it off and walking away. The image of a guy sitting on a blood-spattered toilet seat trying to stop a monster from getting out just didn’t appeal to me.) Now this may seem odd, since I’m a huge fan of Clive Barker: I think that Imajica is a true masterpiece, even if Barker’s version of Dante’s Inferno includes many fearsome monstrosities. It works because it’s a great story. Whatever the genre, first there has to be a story, and too much horror fiction subordinates narrative to adrenaline. (Frankly, I though that The Silence of the Lambs was unwatchable.)
I came to Stephen King via George R. Stewart. His classic 1949 novel Earth Abides posed some deep questions about the nature of “civilization” through the device of a plague that wipes out most of humanity. After reading it, I was curious how Stephen King had used the same idea in The Stand. Instead of philosophy, I found a fragment of an epic, apocalyptic story. Only a fragment: there were clearly many chapters preceding and following what I was reading (even if it was 1200 pages long). After this, I read The Green Mile, and I was hooked.
So the time is right. I’m usually a fast reader, but I think I can pace myself. By early September I’ll be ready for Song of Susannah, and then The Dark Tower itself.