Dear reader, if you've lived through the other 5 installments you must read this one. Period. How could you not?
That said, it is sad to think that this epic journey seems separated into Books 1-4, and Books 5-7 (or at least 5-6, one hopes King jumps back on the right track in 7). Where the first four books were engaging, suspenseful, moving and heroic, Books 5 and 6 seem unimportant and done with much less care.
It's still our favorite crew--Roland at the mast, Eddie and Susannah behind with Jake quickly growing to match them--but they don't have the same spirit. Time has muted their shine. When Roland used to speak, he demanded our attention. I find him withering in these latest books, and not because of his arthritis. What a shame.
Overall 5 and 6 are enjoyable, in and of themselves. As a lover of these worlds, with their strange similarities and inconsistencies, it was great to once again spend a little time with the ka-tet. Yet the Tower's unfolding mystery seems too easily unraveled since the end of Book 4, and without much imagination. King is a gifted writer, to be sure, and occasionally we are flashed with his signature wit and intellect. What we miss are the high stakes that arose from this being an honest tale, with fantastical elements.
Instead we are treated to some gunfire for arbitrary reasons (ka, I guess?) with stock antagonists--and not terribly charismatic ones at that (Andy the Robot? Jack Andolini returns in two more installments?--Stephen, come on, the Lobstrosities had more personality). Most of `Wolves' was a diversion from the tale, detouring to reconnect with Peter Callahan. Slight frustration aside I was fine with that, thinking King was laying some subtle groundwork. Yet in `Song' he continues to wander, and this time THROUGH time (and, apparently, the Northeast).
Much of the story focuses on Susannah's wrestling with her other personality, Mia, hence the title. These two take row after row with one another, battling over her unborn chap. This offers little to no suspense, and the story unfolds in literal fashion, each scene working into the next in an ordinary manner. King connects the dots in lackluster numerical order, quite unlike him, and we miss the Mid-world shocks and specificity he once graced us with. His larger themes are drawing closer together, and--surprise!--we're not in the least surprised by his answers, and nod in polite acknowledgement.
When time and worlds begin to break loose, it's just accepted by the gunslingers--always fascinating that they seem to know both nothing and everything at the same time. Rather than the author spending the time to find complex ways to tie together these loose elements, we are given a premise that is lacking, at best. Readers started to see it at the end of `Wizard,' with his other book references and the like, but it culminates with a trip to Maine where we meet Mr. King himself, one--if not THE--apparent creator of all worlds [while I have a personal (and literary) objection to the author choosing himself as the epicenter of this journey, I must concede it was cleverly crafted, and one of the stronger portions of this book].
Also, King has fallen back to silly pronunciations and syllogisms in this installment, as in `Wolves.' The people speak with stilted and forced language, as if trying too hard to be the characters they once were. There is little ease or subtlety here, and very few surprises that won't make a fan shake his head and say, "No, no, please don't do that, Stephen you're off the Beam." He is successful in providing a cliffhanger ending, and King is always his best when he's in the midst of action. Yet such contrived storytelling on top of the numerous missteps in the last two volumes can leave one fearing the Dark Tower is little more than a mirage at the end of this tale, nothing more than gun smoke and mirrors.
I hold out hope that he is able to return to some of his earlier brilliance, as in `Drawing' or `Waste Lands' for his finale, but even if he continues along this skewed path, it will still have been one heck of a journey. King knows the face of his father, and his work is always worth devouring. This volume, if for nothing more than nail-biting curiosity, is no exception. 5 and 6 are (to me) lesser works in the series, yet it's a good sign that `Song' proved more exciting and a better read than `Wolves.' You might optimistically feel he is wading in the water, keeping you treading just long enough to overwhelm you with one last somersault from under the surface. Ignore the obvious foreshadowing, and you'll find reason enough to keep you looking towards the fall, when (for good or bad) Roland finally ends his journey.
As a last note, the illustrations by Darrel Anderson were mysterious and haunting, a great departure from the uninspired artwork of the last book. Each one delighted, surprised and struck me. Here's hoping `The Dark Tower' does the same, with the striking force of the Gunslinger.
