The Dark Tower 7 is, in fact, an exercise in boundless imagination, and King holds nothing back. He gives us human monsters with rodent, bird, and insect heads straight out of Hieronymus Bosch. There’s Mordred – a creature sometimes boy sometimes spider who stalks Roland and his ka-tet through almost the entire story. There’s the now-mad Crimson King who battles Roland from the tower itself. In fact, there are a dozen battles and skirmishes described with thrilling and bloody accuracy.
But, believe it or not, there is so much more to the book than the imagery. There’s the story: the struggle to save the beams that supports all the universes, the need outrun the forces of the Crimson King and his hideous son. There’s King’s brilliant interweaving of his own personal accident and tragedy with these other plots. It’s all amazingly well done. (The concept of an author writing himself or herself into a book is questionable at best. But Mr. King pulls it off in spectacular fashion.)
As I neared the conclusion of the book and the series I was surprised at how King had educated me: in his vision, in his worlds, in his new/old language, and his original concepts.
King (regretfully it seems) draws the Dark Tower Series to a close with more-detailed portraits of his main characters, the resolution of all conflicts, as much goodwill and dark evil as can be crammed into a thousand pages, some very nice ruminations on novels and writing, and the role of writers, and story endings and all, and a controversial conclusion that is both infuriating and satisfying. I found myself saying, “Oh no!” as I realized all that it meant, and finally, “But of course, it has to be this way.”
A thousand pages, yes, one of King’s most potent epics. But read it twice… with maybe a few years in between. And count yourselves lucky that you get to read it at all. There were so many readers begging King to tell them how he would end the series. (King recounts how dying cancer patients wrote to him pleading for the conclusion.) But he couldn’t answer them. He didn’t know himself. And then he was almost killed in an auto accident which might have left it all incomplete.
But he wasn’t killed (for magical reasons explained in this book). And now we know what happened. It’s a book that may take a lifetime to understand and digest, but it’s well worth the effort.