“There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met
To view the last of me, a living frame
For one more picture! In a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all.”
—Robert Browning, “Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came”
Welcome to A Read of the Dark Tower series. Join me each week as I, Constant Reader, tackle the magnum opus of Stephen King’s career for the first time. If you want to discuss in general terms or talk about these or preceding sections, join me by commenting here.
Last week, we left Roland, Jake, and Oy racing to intercede as Brian Smith barreled his blue minivan down on an unsuspecting Stephen King, Roland drops his gun getting out of the truck being driven by Mrs. Tassembaum, and sorrow is to come.