Yess! I loved The Dark Tower. And normally would hate some kind of epic saga like that otherwise.
I forgot you'd read that.
I've put more thought into the series than I care to admit. Usually when I try talking about it even with people who were "into" the series they just... don't care. lol.
Like how Roland received the gold Rolex from the CEO of Tet Corp after saving the beams from the breakers. That effectively signaled the end of the "story", but for Roland it was never about saving the world, it was the curiosity of what was on the tower. Addiction. A tower junkie.
The best part I've never heard anyone decipher was when Roland and Susannah were on Odd Lane. Stephen King has left them a note on a roll of toilet paper, pointing to certain phrases in the poem that inspired the story, "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came". In it, King points to verses I, II, XIII, XIV, and XVI.
MY first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee, that purs’d and scor'd
Its edge, at one more victim gain’d thereby.
What else should he be set for, with his staff?
What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare
All travellers who might find him posted there,
And ask the road? I guess’d what skull-like laugh
Would break, what crutch ’gin write my epitaph
For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare,
As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair
In leprosy; thin dry blades prick’d the mud
Which underneath look’d kneaded up with blood.
One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare,
Stood stupefied, however he came there:
Thrust out past service from the devil’s stud!
Alive? he might be dead for aught I know,
With that red, gaunt and collop’d neck a-strain,
And shut eyes underneath the rusty mane;
Seldom went such grotesqueness with such woe;
I never saw a brute I hated so;
He must be wicked to deserve such pain.
Not it! I fancied Cuthbert’s reddening face
Beneath its garniture of curly gold,
Dear fellow, till I almost felt him fold
An arm in mine to fix me to the place,
That way he us’d. Alas, one night’s disgrace!
Out went my heart’s new fire and left it cold.
It's funny to me - because Roland and Susannah both take the verses to be something so immediate - the horse literally being the old horse Lippy, Joe Collins's steed, who dies shortly after their reading the verses. I believe the stanzas were chosen to represent Roland and his infinite quest of misery! It is Roland who lies to his friends to serve a cause, it is Roland who winds stupefied at the waystation in the desert chasing the man in black time and time again, fed by his addiction.
Or I could be delusional and it's not meant to be thought of so deeply lol. I just think this interpretation gives an ending, Roland stuck in his infinite loop.
Also the line of never trusting anyone who wears glasses
