My Ratings: 4/5 stars
About this book:
Beginning with a short story appearing in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction in 1978, the publication of Stephen King’s epic work of fantasy — what he considers to be a single long novel and his magnum opus — has spanned a quarter of a century.
Set in a world of extraordinary circumstances, filled with stunning visual imagery and unforgettable characters, The Dark Tower series is King’s most visionary feat of storytelling, a magical mix of science fiction, fantasy, and horror that may well be his crowning achievement.
In The Gunslinger (originally published in 1982), King introduces his most enigmatic hero, Roland Deschain of Gilead, the Last Gunslinger. He is a haunting, solitary figure at first, on a mysterious quest through a desolate world that eerily mirrors our own. Pursuing the man in black, an evil being who can bring the dead back to life, Roland is a good man who seems to leave nothing but death in his wake.
A fantasy book that borders on magical realism and philosophy. I adore Stephen King’s writing. He never fails to leave an impression on your mind and with this book, the last few pages, the fish in the pond theory, it was all so well written, I have committed each word to memory.
Along with a compelling story whereby the gunslinger wanders across desert looking for the Man in Black, a person who has been successfully evading him, he meets certain people, establishes connections but in the end, he comes face to face with what he has been running after.
And wow..the way it turns out to be.
The author is fairly descriptive and the pace of the story is steady. I look forward to the sequel and the TV SHOW! Because finally I can start watching it.
Yes, that was my main reason for reading this book, because I wanted to read before watching :p.
And also because a friend read it, loved it and shared snippets with me after which I couldn’t resist.
I’ll do the same here.
“You see? Size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness? Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box abd cover it with wet weeds to die?
Or one might take the tip of the pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity.”