A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.
—From T.S. Eliot’s “The Wastelands”
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 first sections, join me by commenting here.
We last left Roland bursting into the Tick-Tock Man’s hidey hole like a gunslinger as Jake and Oy do battle in Underground Lud. Eddie and Susannah are in the Cradle, trying to figure out Blaine the Mono’s riddle.
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