“In 1978, Stephen King introduced the world to the last gunslinger, Roland of Gilead. Nothing has been the same since. More than twenty years later, the quest for the Dark Tower continues to take readers on a wildly epic ride. Through parallel worlds and across time, Roland must brave desolate wastelands and endless deserts, drifting into the unimaginable and the familiar. A classic tale of colossal scope—crossing over terrain from The Stand, The Eyes of the Dragon, Insomnia, The Talisman, Black House, Hearts in Atlantis, ’Salem’s Lot, and other familiar King haunts—the adventure takes hold with the turn of each page.
And the tower awaits….
The Second Volume in the Epic Dark Tower Series…
The Drawing of the Three
While pursuing his quest for the Dark Tower through a world that is a nightmarishly distorted mirror image of our own, Roland is drawn through a mysterious door that brings him into contemporary America.
Here he links forces with the defiant young Eddie Dean, and with the beautiful, brilliant, and brave Odetta Holmes, in a savage struggle against underworld evil and otherworldly enemies.
Once again, Stephen King has masterfully interwoven dark, evocative fantasy and icy realism.”
After reading the Gunslinger, I was anticipating a deep read loaded with metaphors and all that. I wasn’t disappointed! Stephen King put so much effort into his world to perfect every aspect and backwards reasoning line. I just love being inside the gunslinger’s mind – he draws conclusions that seem obvious to him that I never see coming. It’s quite humbling.
I liked The Drawing of the Three a lot more than The Gunslinger mostly because the way the two world’s interacted was explored more and explained more as well. In The Gunslinger, I was confused with that whole thing. Going hand in hand with that, this book was so much easier to understand than The Gunslinger. It was more thorough and all of the gunslinger’s conclusions were explained. It made it so much more enjoyable.
I also loved being able to see what others thought of the gunslinger. Up until this point, it’s all been the gunslinger’s POV but in this book, we get to see what The Three think of him. Speaking of which, I loved the whole idea of The Three and the doorways. And how the person’s ‘name’ tied in with their character. It was all just so beautifully put together!
This wasn’t an easy read for me. Sometimes it dragged and I often found myself checking to see how many pages I had left. It was good, but sometimes the stretches between the action scenes and suspense scenes were a bit much.
The Final Verdict:
A very well thought out and well explained read full of metaphors and the like. Sometimes it dragged but for the most part, I enjoyed it!
“Control the things you can control, maggot. Let everything else take a flying fuck at you and if you must go down, go down with your guns blazing.”
“What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common….”
“He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.”
“We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end, we will stand.”
“Roland could not understand why anyone would want cocaine or any other illegal drug, for that matter, in a world where such a powerful one as sugar was so plentiful and cheap.”
“Where you think I’m goan?’
‘Well,’ Eddie said, ‘what was behind Door Number One wasn’t so hot, and what was behind Door Number Two was even worse, so now, instead of quitting like sane people, we’re going to go right on ahead and check out Door Number Three. The way things have been going, I think it’s likely to be something like Godzilla or Ghidra the Three-Headed Monster, but I’m an optimist. I’m still hoping for the stainless steel cookware.”
“The Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names!”
“Because the difference between seeing and not seeing can be the difference between living and dying.”
“He walked out of nowhere toward nowhere, a man from another time who, it seemed, had reached a point of pointless ending.”