
The Dark Tower · Book VII · 2004
Everything is paid for, nearly everyone is lost, the Tower is reached, and the last line is the first.
The Dark Tower is the seventh and last novel of the cycle, published on September 21, 2004 — Stephen King’s fifty-seventh birthday — by Donald M. Grant, 845 pages, with paintings by Michael Whelan, who had painted the first book twenty-two years earlier. Its four sub-titles are REPRODUCTION, REVELATION, REDEMPTION and RESUMPTION, one for each thing the book does.
It takes the ka-tet apart one at a time, in order of how much it will hurt. It puts the author in the road as a character who has to be saved so the books can be finished, and lets him leave a note for his heroine in a monster’s bathroom. Then it gives two endings: a door for Susannah, where King tells you to stop, and a Coda he warns you not to open.
The Coda is the part everyone argues about. Roland reaches the Tower, climbs it, and is sent back to the desert of the first page with his memory gone and one thing changed. The 2017 film was built on that one thing: its makers had their Roland already carrying the Horn of Eld, so that the film begins where the books end.
The book opens with the ka-tet in three places and three times. Susannah is in Fedic, hooded on a bed in the Dogan while Mia labors beside her. Jake, Father Callahan and Oy stand on a Manhattan sidewalk in June 1999 outside the Dixie Pig, where the ivory turtle Susannah dropped still lies on the pavement. Roland and Eddie are in Maine in 1977, having just bought the vacant lot and its rose.
Callahan and Jake go in. The front room is low men, taheen and lesser vampires; behind a tapestry the Grandfathers, the Type One vampires, eat long pork off a rotisserie, and Jake knows the smell. Callahan climbs onto a table with the turtle raised and the lesser creatures freeze. Roland’s voice, across worlds, tells Jake to go find Susannah, and the boy runs for the kitchen. Then the Grandfathers come out, and the turtle means nothing to them. Callahan’s cross blazes, light pours from his bare hands, and he understands what he missed with Barlow in ’Salem’s Lot: the power was never in the objects. Overrun, he shoots the canary-headed taheen Meiman, puts the gun under his own chin and says “Hile, Roland. Hile, gunslinger.” Roland, lifted with Eddie on a wave along the Beam, sees it happen.
In Fedic the birth goes as Sayre planned. The child has black hair, a full set of teeth, Roland’s blue eyes and a red mark on his left heel, the sigul of Eld. Within moments he flashes red, becomes a spider with a baby’s face on its back, and drinks his mother dry. Susannah breaks the hood’s trance, takes Dr. Scowther’s gun and kills Scowther, Straw, the taheen and the rat-headed nurse, shoots out the blue eyes of Nigel, the butler robot who looks too much like Andy, and gives Sayre two bullets, once for Mia and once for Callahan. The spider takes a bullet in one leg and escapes into the tunnels.
Jake kills the Pig’s chef with an Oriza and goes down a hundred-odd steps into a corridor rigged as a mind-trap: the dinosaurs of a film that terrified him as a child, projections that can still kill. Oy sees only a hallway, so boy and bumbler swap bodies and Oy, upright and clumsy in Jake’s skin, walks them through. The Fedic door asks for its word; Susannah gives it, “chassit,” and pulls them through.
Roland and Eddie drive John Cullum’s Ford to Turtleback Lane, walk through a door behind the house called Cara Laughs, and come out under the Pig behind the posse, whom they kill. Eddie reaches through the door for Susannah’s hands; Jake calls Roland father, and Roland opens his arms. “My father has come for me.”
Four levels below Nigel’s quarters, Mordred feeds on what the robot brings him. Walter o’Dim arrives in a thinking cap of woven wire, eating peanut-butter crackers, meaning to kill the baby and take the heel-mark as his key to the Tower. He never gets the chance. Mordred has already slipped past the wire; he runs Walter like a puppet, makes him put out his own eyes and tear out his tongue, and eats him. The man in black who fled across the desert in the cycle’s first sentence ends as an infant’s meal.
The tet goes through a steel door, Susannah riding a kitchen cart, into Thunderclap: a dark, poisoned country whose one light is an artificial sun on a timer. Three armed men meet them at the station: Ted Brautigan, Dinky Earnshaw and a silent man introduced as Stanley. In a cave on the butte Steek-Tete, Roland looks at him and asks whether he is Sheemie that was. The tavern boy from Mejis, now a middle-aged Breaker who can teleport, breaks down; he has carried Susan Delgado’s death for decades.
Below them is Algul Siento, Blue Heaven, the Devar-Toi: a fenced college town with blue-tiled roofs and green lawns in a black desert, and some three hundred Breakers dosed with pills refined from the brains of the Calla’s children. In the Study they sit in armchairs and chew at the Beam. Four of the six Beams are gone; the Bear-Turtle is visibly bending; perhaps a month remains. The Master is Pimli Prentiss, once a guard at Attica, who prays on his knees in his bathroom; his security chief is Finli o’ Tego, a seven-foot taheen with a weasel’s head. Ted’s tapes, recorded in a pocket outside time called the Gingerbread House, carry a guard’s leaked secret: a mortal guardian of Gan’s Beam named Stephen King is to be killed by a minivan near Lovell, Maine, in June 1999.
Before the fight Roland gives each of the others water and a kiss, and every one of them feels ka-shume, the foreknowledge of a breaking. At shift change the sneetches planted under Damli House and the Master’s house go off together; Dinky tells the Breakers to go south with their hands up; Susannah strips the watchtowers from her Cruisin Trike; Roland, Eddie and Jake shoot from the shops. Roland puts a bullet in Pimli’s head, but a drunk’s stagger spoils the shot. Eddie finishes Finli, and Pimli, up on one elbow, shoots Eddie above the eye.
Eddie dies slowly that evening in Corbett Hall with Susannah beside him. To her, the clearing at the end of the path; to Jake, watch for Mordred and for someone called Dandelo; to Roland, “Thank you for my second chance” — and then “Father.” Susannah dresses him in white. Sheemie opens one more door, and Roland, Jake and Oy step out into the afternoon of June 19, 1999, at the East Stoneham General Store.
Roland commandeers a summer visitor, Irene Tassenbaum, to drive him, and calms her with the hypnotic eye that makes her hear singing. On Route 7, Bryan Smith’s minivan, two rottweilers aboard and its driver on pills and out for candy bars, climbs toward the blind crest of Slab City Hill. Stephen King is walking on the far side, thinking about the Dark Tower book he keeps not writing. Roland learns that one of them must die for King and means it to be himself. Then his hip fails as he leaves the truck. Jake vaults him, tackles the writer, and takes the van. His chest is crushed. King goes down with a broken leg.
Irene picks up the gun Roland dropped and makes Smith back off the writer. Roland kneels to the broken man, hypnotizes him, and orders him to sing until the song is done. Jake dies while Roland is doing this; his message, through Irene, is that he loves his father. Roland weeps for the first time in years, carries the boy into the pines, digs with his hands as the sirens come, wraps him in a blue tarp under a cairn of stones and says Cuthbert’s prayer: “Each man owes a death. This is Jake. Give him peace.” He asks Irene to come back and plant something. A rose.
She drives him and Oy south, two nights on the road. At 2 Hammarskjöld Plaza the Tet Corporation has built a black tower around the rose, which grows in a lobby garden floored in rose marble. Moses Carver, his daughter Marian and Nancy Deepneau receive him; he shows his ID by unwrapping a revolver. Carver returns Aunt Talitha’s cross; Nancy gives him King’s Insomnia. Forehead to forehead with Oy, Roland hears Jake one last time with a message from Eddie: watch for Dandelo. Then back past the crime-scene tape at the Dixie Pig to the one-way door.
In Fedic, Susannah’s train has shed cars on a rotten trestle and Sheemie has died on the way of a foot cut by battle glass and poisoned by Thunderclap’s air. She waits three days outside the Gin-Puppy Saloon on her Trike; then Roland comes down the empty street with Oy in his arms, and she kisses him on the mouth, not the cheek.
Under Castle Discordia the passage is a tunnel of doors onto bad whens, the lights dying one by one, and something comes out of the dark: a segmented worm with a face of eyes, four pincered arms and a mouth of tentacles. Roland carries Susannah; she holds it off with burning Sterno and old bones. Beyond the castle, in a Quonset hut, they find tinned food and the dogcart she saw in Mia’s visions. Roland tears out its dead motor and pulls it himself. It is christened Ho Fat’s Luxury Taxi.
The Badlands take nearly a month: bare rock, forty-five degrees in summer clothes, Roland thin as a whip and sulky, Susannah dreaming that Mordred’s a-hungry. At Le Casse Roi Russe, the Crimson King’s red castle, three identical Stephen Kings wait on the bridge with baskets and a story: the King, learning the Beams would heal, had his court kill themselves, smashed what was left of the Wizard’s Rainbow, killed himself with a sharpened spoon and went on to the Tower undead. The baskets hold rotting limbs and snakes. Roland and Susannah kill two of the three; the last drops his glamour and is Austin Cornwell, an old ad man from upstate New York, spared to carry a message to Mordred. Mordred, now a boy of about nine and starving, lets the rooks have Cornwell’s eyes and eats the rest.
A sore opens at the corner of Susannah’s mouth. Oy drives deer to her guns, and three days of brain-tanning make coats, leggings and mittens. Mordred follows them with no coat, drinking his own blood. Then three weeks of five-foot snow on home-made snowshoes, a plowed road, two signposts — Odd’s Lane and Tower Road — and a limping, one-eyed old man called Joe Collins with a blind horse named Lippy and a cottage with electricity and a Polaroid of the Tower. After roast chicken Roland asks for his act. Collins kills. Roland laughs until he cannot breathe. Susannah’s sore bursts and she escapes to the bathroom, where a note on the towel shelf tells her to relax, the deus ex machina is coming, and spells out that Odd Lane is Dandelo. She comes out to a host growing younger with every laugh, his face sliding toward a clown’s, and shoots him with Roland’s gun. The cottage drops its glamour and is a shabby, dirty hut. In a cell under the trapdoor sits a scrawny mute boy with sketch pads and pencils whose erasers have been cut off: Patrick Danville, from Insomnia. A robot plowman called Stuttering Bill shelters them through a three-day blizzard.
Bill offers the Tower in under three days by sled; Roland refuses. On foot, five or six days, to arrive at sunset. The roses begin. Susannah dreams of Eddie and Jake in Central Park behind a door marked with crossed pencils, and knows she has to go. Patrick draws her portrait, erases the sore, and it is gone from her face; then he draws a door beside the cart and it stands there on the road, hinged on nothing. At dawn she takes one of Roland’s revolvers and goes through. Oy starts after her until she tells him there are other worlds than these; he turns back to Roland. “Olan.”
Mordred comes on the last night among the roses, in Dandelo’s clothes and poisoned by the horse he ate. Oy takes a leg in his jaws and will not run; Mordred breaks his back and flings him into a tree. Roland wakes and empties his gun into his son, who topples into the fire. Oy licks his hand, says the gunslinger’s name as best he can, and dies. Roland buries him at first light.
Then the Tower, from the hills: dark stone, three windows spiraling up, two steel posts at the summit from which the last two Beams seem to flow, and a voice made of every world’s names. On a balcony two levels up the Crimson King, white-bearded and red-eyed, screams and throws golden sneetches; Roland shoots them out of the air from behind a pile of rocks, for hours. He cannot cross. So he sets Patrick to draw the King, and when the portrait wants only its eyes, he picks a rose in a deerskin glove; the thorns go through as if through cobweb and leave a finger of his maimed hand hanging by a tendon. Patrick chews petals to paste, mixes it with the blood, paints the eyes, and erases the King: body, hands, mouth. The eyes will not go. They stay on the balcony, two red lights, for good. At sunset Roland sends Patrick back with the tins and walks in alone, calling the roll of names, the dead and the living, ending with Jake Chambers of New York. A horn sounds. Something booms like a door closing.
The Epilogue is Susannah’s. She comes through on her cart into Central Park in falling snow, 1987, carolers singing, and drops Roland’s revolver, which has arrived plugged and faded, into a trash can. A young man holding a paper cup of hot chocolate turns around. He is Eddie, healthy, never an addict, Eddie Toren of White Plains, in the city to show his brother Jake the polar bears; he has dreamed her and knows her name. The narrator refuses happily-ever-after but allows “But there was happiness.” Then King stops the book and speaks to the reader: this is the ending he recommends, and the Coda is a door nobody is obliged to open.
Endings are heartless. Ending is just another word for goodbye.
The Coda. Roland lays Aunt Talitha’s cross and his last gun at the Tower’s foot; the sigul on the ghostwood door changes from UNFOUND to FOUND, and it opens on the smell of the pine sachet of his childhood. A spiral stair, and a room at every landing holding one piece of his life: a cord tied with blue ribbon, his father’s young face, the collar of his first dog, the feathers of his hawk. He climbs past some two hundred rooms to nineteen last steps and a door with his own name on it. Sunlight. He has been here before, countless times, and is being sent back — not to a beginning where things might be changed, but to the Mohaine Desert, with his memory gone. One thing is different. At his hip hangs the Horn of Eld, which this time he stopped to pick up at Jericho Hill, and a voice tells him “there may yet be rest. Even salvation. If you stand. If you are true.” Then the last line is the first.
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.