It’s been two days of me talking about myself and I decided to fire out a book review/discussion of one of my favourite fantasy/sci-fi series: Stephen King’s The Dark Tower.
Before The Dark Tower, I had never read any Stephen King. In fact, I had barely seen any of the movies based on his work. I had seen Shawshank and The Green Mile and Stand by Me, but not even IT or The Shining or any of his horror stuff. From the pop culture references, I gathered that he was a pulp writer who wrote horror stories about haunted toasters and pumped out, like, twenty works a year.
In a way, I guess I was right. I’ve read some of the plots of his books, and they often do deal with “normal people have crazy things happen to them”-type of stories. However, at some point over Christmas 2011, I met up with an ex-girlfriend and clicked with her current beau. He was a really nice guy and we spoke of Game of Thrones together. He mentioned that The Dark Tower was a great series and, after finishing A Dance with Dragons, I jumped into the first book in Stephen King’s magnum opus, The Gunslinger.
I enjoyed it. It was one of those books that I thought was going to be a 5 but ended up being an 8 although I yearned for it to be a 10. I eventually read the rest of them over the course of two years. The last four novels took the least amount of time, about a month or so.
I’m not a fan of series unless there’s an ending. I hate books that just go on and on. I mean, they are stories. They’re there to tell a story. If a story never ends then what’s the point? It’s like listening to a child talk. They just jabber on forever. I once taught a child in History. I asked the class about Hitler.
“Anyone here know about a man named Adolf Hitler?”
“Was he the one who hated the Jews?”
“Anything a bit more specific?”
And up popped this child’s hand. “He was the leader of Germany in the second World War.”
“Well done, child.”
“And he had concentration camps which were prisons for people he didn’t like.”
“Well done.”
“And they were innocent and only guilty of being black or Jewish or disabled.”
“Wow, you know loads.”
“And he married his cousin and only had one ball-”
“Uh huh-”
“-and his second in command was gay and he had a dog named Blondie and he killed himself-”
“-Okay, we should stop now-”
“-And he was being bombed and they dropped poos on him because they hated him and-”
This went on forever and is a (mostly) true story. I added in some true facts there because most of the stuff he said was shite. The fact is, that, although entertaining for a while, it got annoying. I don’t care about happy endings or anything like that, I just want an ending. After two years, The Dark Tower gave me an ending, but, to paraphrase words of King himself, it was not an ending that I might have wanted, but an ending nonetheless.
LOST could have learnt from that shit.