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n “It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.”n
And here we have yet another Great American Novel from Stephen King. Yes, I do realize that *technically* Mid-World of the Dark Tower world is not America, *technically*, but it’s blatantly obvious that’s it the Wild West and the Great American Frontier, not to mention the side venture to 1970s New York (gangs and addiction as a side dish there) and a grim road trip through the 1970s-1980s America (or a few versions of it, anyway) that should be any college literature professors darling.
n “No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.”
In Wolves of the Calla, one of my favorite Dark Tower series books (behind The Waste Lands, on par with The Drawing of the Three) King does exactly what he excels at — the life of the regular small-town folk, not inherently good or bad but with admirable and abhorrent side by side, like in all of us. King is a master of the setting here - small places with ensemble cast that makes you care about people who seem real even if not universally likable (think ’Salem’s Lot or It or Needful Things or 11/22/63).
n “Coincidence has been cancelled, honey,” Susannah said. “What we’re living in these days is more like the Charles Dickens version of reality.”n
This book goes deep into Stephen King multiverse, with the presence of not just Father Callahan but also the actual books of actual Stephen King in this interconnected web of worlds. Everything serves the wheel of destiny, that blasted “ka” that grinds everyone under its dreaded weight.
I’m not a fan of the idea of anything predestined, anything that turns others into little but marionettes, but I’ll give Sai King a pass here, as long as I can make the “ka=kaka” joke as often as I want.
n “At first everything went according to plan and they called it ka. When things began going wrong and the dying started, they called that ka, too. Ka, the gunslinger could have told them, was often the last thing you had to rise above.”
“For the Ka-Tet of Nineteen (or of the Ninety and Nine; Jake had an idea they were really the same), things were tightening up even as the world around them grew old, grew loose, shut down, shed pieces of itself.” n
It’s a very King-esque mishmash of fantasy and science fiction, pop culture references and small-town saga with a bonus of a spaghetti western (as far as I recall, it was Clint Eastwood who inspired the idea of Roland Deschain). Sandalwood guns and ranchers and robots and lightsabers and glimpses of ruined technological civilizations from millennia past, the “beg your pardon” and “thankee sai” and New York jokes — you’ve got it all, although the slow measured tension in a frontier town predominates. And this intricate, complex mishmash is addictive, I gotta say — and King knows it, too:
n “In our world you got your mystery and suspense stories ... your science fiction stories ... your Westerns … your fairy tales. Get it?”
“Yes,” Roland said. “Do people in your world always want only one story-flavor at a time? Only one taste in their mouths?”
“I guess that’s close enough,” Susannah said.
“Does no one eat stew?” Roland asked.n
King is great at buildup and setting the scene, and here in Calla he is still working on it, still maddeningly far from the conclusion of Roland’s arduous journey to the Tower. And I love it. I’m not sure I’m a big fan of where it all leads in the end (although I dare you to come up with a better conclusion to this series than King ultimately does, and maybe the reread will make me love the resolution more) but I’m here for all of it.
4.5 stars (taking off a half-star for that endless Callahan flashback).
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Buddy read with Fiona.
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Also posted on my blog.