Stephen King's The Dark Tower; A Concordance, Volume I

by Robin Furth; Stephen King

• ISBN13: 9780743252072
• ISBN10: 0743252071
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2003-07-22
• Publisher: Scribner

Summary

This concordance for King's epic Dark Tower series details character names, place names, and references to each other, and the rest of King's work.

Author Biography

Robin Furth was born and raised in Philadelphia and attended the University of Pennsylvania. She was introduced to Stephen King at the University of Maine and has been working with him as a research assistant since 2001.

Table of Contents

Tarot Reading	vi
Foreword by Stephen King	vii
About This Book	xi
Abbreviations and Text Guide	xiii
Key	xiii
Door (Traveller, beyond lies Mid-World)	xiv
Gilead Fair-Days	xv
Mid-World Moons	xvi
Introduction: Roland, the Tower, and the Quest	1	(12)
Characters	13	(103)
Mid-World Places	116	(35)
Our World Places	151	(24)
Portals and Magical Places	175	(20)
Appendix I: High Speech, Low Speech, and Mid-World Argot	195	(30)
Appendix II: Mid-World Miscellany	225	(4)
Appendix III: Political and Cultural Figures (Our World)	229	(4)
Appendix IV: Mid-World Maps	233

Excerpts

Introduction:Roland, the Tower, and the Quest Spoiler's Warning: Read this essay only after you have read the first four books of Roland's saga. Otherwise, you'll get more than a glimpse of what is to come...To any reader of the Dark Tower series, Roland Deschain is an instantly recognizable character. As I write this, I see him in my mind's eye, striding across the yellowing grasses of the River Barony savannah, his black hair threaded with gray, his body tall and lanky, his holster and gun belt strapped to his hips. Only one of those fabled sandalwood-handled six-shooters is with him; it rests against his left thigh. The other is back at camp, secure in the docker's clutch strapped to Eddie Dean's side. As I stare, Roland turns his head and regards me pragmatically.If you need to talk to me,he says,then come.Time may be a face on the water, but in Roland's world, water is scarce.Roland watches as I pass through the doorway of the page. His pale blue eyes really are like those of a bombardier, both cool and assessing. By necessity, this meeting will be brief. I'm another one of Roland's secrets, and he thinks it better to keep me that way. He's not certain what level of the Tower I come from, but he knows one thing. I am mapping his travels.Finding some shade, Roland hunkers. I hand him one of the rolling papers I've brought, and he accepts it silently. Unlacing the leather thongs of his traveling purse, he removes his tobacco poke and rolls a smoke. Despite the missing fingers on his right hand, he works the paper dexterously, licking the gummed side with a grimace. He strikes a match against the seam of his jeans and lights his cigarette. For a moment his face is illuminated with an eerie glow that makes his features look drawn and more than a little haggard. He has a few days' worth of stubble on his cheeks, and his lips are chapped. Once again I try to show him this concordance, but he waves the bound manuscript away as he exhales a cloud of smoke. As always, he thinks that my constant revisions waste paper. Besides, he's only interested in the maps. But today I've brought a short piece, and this he has agreed to hear. It's my interpretation of his epic journey. Taking another deep drag, Roland rolls his hand in that gesture which means only one thing, in any world.Get on with it.So I clear my throat and (rather nervously) begin. Roland, the Tower, and the Quest Roland Deschain is Mid-World's final gunslinger. Like a knight from the Arthurian legends of our world, Roland is on a quest. His "grail" is the Dark Tower, the linchpin of the Time/Space continuum, and his goal is to climb to its very top and question the god or demon who resides there. Roland's world is unraveling. The Beams that maintain the proper alignment of time, space, size and dimension are breaking down and the Tower itself is foundering. This structural instability affects all worlds, but in Roland's, the symptoms are dramatic. As the fabric of reality wears away, thinnies form and spread. These squalling mist bogs swallow all those that stumble into them, letting their captives fall into the dark no-places between worlds. As the landscape stretches, directions drift. What is west today may be southwest tomorrow and southeast the day after. A goal that lay only fifty miles away can suddenly become a hundred, or even a thousand miles distant.As the direct descendant of Arthur Eld, King of All-World-That-Was, and as Mid-World's lastdinh,Roland must rescue his land from annihilation. But his task is gargantuan. He must find a way to safeguard the framework, the loom, upon which the interpenetrating realities are woven. But in order to do so -- in order to shore up that central Tower and the Beams which radiate out from it -- he must find his way across a landscape so fragmented that neither map nor memory can help