I’ve been delving deep into the works of King lately. It’s quite uncommon for me to binge-read a specific author. I firmly believe in diversifying my reading choices; otherwise, I quickly become fatigued and struggle to appreciate a book that I should otherwise adore, simply because I’ve overindulged in the same type of literature. Just like I might love pizza, but having it for every meal would make it far less appetizing. The same principle applies to my literary diet. So, I’m like a readerly butterfly, fluttering from one author to another and from one genre to the next as they catch my fancy. Nevertheless, this is the fourth King novel I’ve read consecutively, and it’s the fourth one that I’ve thoroughly relished. I think this is because each of these four novels, whether written solely by King or in collaboration with a co-author like in this case, differs significantly from everything else I’ve read by him. What makes them truly remarkable, however, is the way they interconnect with each other, referring back to elements King wrote before and foreshadowing books he would pen later.
The Talisman is the first book King co-authored with Peter Straub, an author I wasn’t familiar with previously. But after reading this book, I’m eager to explore something he wrote independently. Because The Talisman was truly wild, folks. This book contains the most intense, terrifying hero’s journey I’ve ever come across. Some of the more recent King books I’ve read seemed to be quite removed from the horror genre. Although they might have had moments of horror, I wouldn’t classify them as belonging to that genre. This is not the case with The Talisman. While the story heavily depends on the elements of portal fantasy, it is undeniably horror. There was a whole lot of freaky stuff in this book.
Jack Sawyer is just a twelve-year-old boy who longs for his mother to recover. This desire, along with a “chance” encounter with a kindred spirit and mentor, sets him off on a journey like no other, one that our world or any other has ever witnessed. For his task is not only to travel across the country in search of a Talisman that can save his mother’s life but also to rescue the Queen of another world called the Territories. These two worlds, and many more besides, are inextricably linked, and Jack is the only one who can obtain the Talisman that can save them. Throughout his very long and arduous journey, Jack meets wonderful people and horrible people, makes friends he loves with all his heart, and encounters villains so vile that his hatred for them knows no limits. He witnesses and experiences beauty beyond his wildest imagination and sees horrors that would shatter the mind of any adult who witnessed the same.
It’s one heck of a ride.
King laid the groundwork for this story with a single, profound line of dialogue in The Gunslinger: “Go, then. There are other worlds than these.” This concept is the core around which the events in The Talisman unfold. This story is very much about the possibility of parallel worlds and the versions of ourselves that might exist in those worlds. The idea of twinners, those who have a soul twin in another world, is one that I’m certain will resurface time and again in King’s work and feels connected to books in his collection that I’ve already read.
What prevents me from awarding this book a 5-star rating mainly lies in the characters. While I did have a soft spot for Jack and liked the friends he made along the way, those portrayed as evil seemed like cardboard cutouts of stereotypical villains. They were missing only the mustaches to twirl while they laughed maniacally. They were dull and repetitive, and although they were indeed scary, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at their mannerisms and speech patterns. I was also slightly exasperated by Jack’s friends, who were often so overcome with fear that he had to simply drag them along until they could finally fulfill their purpose. I’ve also noticed that King has a tendency towards the mystic negro trope, which bothers me and seems borderline, if unintentionally, racist. And, as with quite a few of his older works that I’ve read, King’s excessive use of slang in his writing prematurely dates them, and there was an abundance of such slang in this book.
However, the story and the way it was told were so incredibly captivating that I can’t really hold these flaws against the book or its authors. Even with its imperfections, The Talisman still provided me with an outstanding reading experience. It was moving and unpredictable, and I was on the edge of my seat for all 900+ pages. I’m one step closer to the Tower, and I’m so glad I chose to take the scenic route.
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