The Running Man’s Dark Tower: A Park of Themes

I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round

John Lennon and Yoko Ono, “Watching the Wheels,” 1980.

I have always tried to live in an ivory tower, but a tide of shit is beating at its walls, threatening to undermine it.

Julian Barnes, Flaubert’s Parrot, 1984.

“—and there was this crazy remake called The Wiz, starring black people—”

“Really?” Susannah asked. She looked bemused. “What a peculiar concept.”

“—but the only one that really matters is the first one, I think,” Jake finished.

Stephen King, Wizard and Glass, 1997.

King’s Verse

The opening credits of the Netflix series Cheer uses the song “Welcome to My World”; this initially aired in January of 2020, around the same time I started this project, for which this would have been an equally appropriate theme song. In a recent post, I discussed how King hints at the cosmology of his sprawling Dark Tower series with the Beatles’ song “Hey Jude”: when this song is part of an environment that feels like it’s supposed to be the 1800s, we realize something is off–this can’t really be the 1800s, and Roland the Gunslinger’s old-west world is actually in a future far ahead of our time: “Hey Jude” welcomes us into what turns out to be a world of worlds. In the film The Dark Tower from 2017, starring Idris Elba as Roland and Matthew McConaughey as Walter, aka the man in black, a different cue is used to hint at this cosmology (possibly due to the difficulty of obtaining Beatles’ rights?):

The Dark Tower (2017)

Jake: You have theme parks here. 

Roland: These ancient structures are from before the world moved on. No one knows what they are. 

Jake: [pause] They’re theme parks.

From The Dark Tower (2017).

I was initially reluctant to watch this movie, thinking it would have spoilers for the rest of the series, but after hearing the Kingcast hosts repeatedly trash it, with one noting that he’d reread the series before seeing the movie and doing so had turned out to be “pointless,” I couldn’t resist. The theme park exchange was of particular interest because I had of late been thinking that my ideal job, a more elaborate version of hosting a podcast on King, would be to work at a King theme park: King World. I had started to think this because of certain passages in a) Carrie, b) The Green Mile, and c) Misery.

a) I’m writing a paper for an academic conference on the invocation of Disney in the critical moment in Carrie (1974) when Carrie is triggered to unleash holy hell after the blood dumps on her, hell she specifically unleashes not because of the blood itself, but because everyone starts laughing at her. The character Norma, whose perspective we initially see this moment in, explains why everyone starts laughing:

When I was a little girl I had a Walt Disney storybook called Song of the South, and it had that Uncle Remus story about the tarbaby in it. There was a picture of the tarbaby sitting in the middle of the road, looking like one of those old-time Negro minstrels with the blackface and great big white eyes. When Carrie opened her eyes it was like that. They were the only part of her that wasn’t completely red. And the light had gotten in them and made them glassy. God help me, but she looked for all the world like Eddie Cantor doing that pop-eyed act of his.

Stephen King. Carrie. 1974.

(If you need further evidence of how important the horrific function of laughter/humor is in this particular text and through it the importance of this function throughout King’s canon, one of the handful of iconic lines of dialog from King film adaptations that the Kingcast opens each episode with is Piper-Laurie-as-Margaret-White’s “They’re all gonna laugh at you!”)

b) The influence of Walt Disney and his worlds is also prominently on display throughout King’s The Green Mile (1996), in which a pet mouse is initially named “Steamboat Willie” (the novel’s primary timeline is set only a couple of years after the initial Disney “Steamboat Willie” cartoon was released in 1928). One character convinces an inmate about to be put to death that they will send his pet mouse to “Mouseville”:

“What dis Mouseville?” Del asked, now frantic to know.

“A tourist attraction, like I told you,” Brutal said. “There’s, oh I dunno, a hundred or so mice there. Wouldn’t you say, Paul?”

“More like a hundred and fifty these days,” I said. “It’s a big success. I understand they’re thinking of opening one out in California and calling it Mouseville West, that’s how much business is booming. Trained mice are the coming thing with the smart set, I guess—I don’t understand it, myself.”

Del sat with the colored spool in his hand, looking at us, his own situation forgotten for the time being.
“They only take the smartest mice,” Brutal cautioned, “the ones that can do tricks.”

Stephen King. The Green Mile: The Complete Serial Novel. 1996.

This mouse is pivotal to the plot the way one could argue Disney has been to American pop culture…and the way the “Mouseville” story is fabricated to make Del feel better replicates Disney’s manipulation of fairy tales to change the grimmer aspects of their life lessons into hollow happy endings.

Further, how this manipulation ends up backfiring when Del finds out the truth then replicates how these hollow happy endings sow seeds of discontent with our own lives when they don’t work out so perfectly that drive us further into the cycle of consumption/destruction…

c) In Misery (1987), the main character, novelist Paul Sheldon, has created a popular romance series around the character of Misery Chastain:

He remembered getting two letters suggesting Misery theme parks, on the order of Disney World or Great Adventure. One of these letters had included a crude blueprint.

Stephen King. Misery. 1987.

As I teach an elective on “world-building” this semester, I am especially attuned to the mechanics of “otherworldly” cosmologies. The Dark Tower movie–which I fully concur with the Kingcast hosts is generally terrible–offers a strange distillation of the series’ cosmology that did help me wrap my mind around it in new ways. Notably, just after Jake and Roland’s “theme park” exchange in the film, their conversation addresses the cosmology of the world of worlds even more directly (some might say, heavy-handedly). Before Jake crosses into Roland’s world through a portal, he has been drawing pictures, one of which he draws again for Roland in the sand:

The Dark Tower, 2017.

Jake: I just don’t know what this is. 

Roland: It’s a map. My father showed me a map like this once. Inside the circle is your world, and my world, and many others. No one knows how many. The Dark Tower stands at the center of all things, and it’s stood there from the beginning of time. And it sends out powerful energy that protects the universe, shields us from what’s outside it. …

Jake: What’s outside the universe?

Roland: Outside is endless darkness full of demons trying to get to us. Forces want to tear down the tower and let them in.

From The Dark Tower, 2017.

For emphasis, Roland picks up a tarantula and drops it outside the circle and they both watch it crawl in.

I know things I shouldn’t if I only knew the content of the first four books of the series that I’ve actually read: that Father Callahan from ‘Salem’s Lot is going to play a role at some point, that there’s going to be some kind of meta-reference to King himself as a character/entity. And of course Randall Flagg has made a brief appearance at the end of Book 3, with the superflu-apocalypse that occurred in The Stand invoked in Book 4, and Flagg makes cameos that are a bit more developed, though still fleeting, in Book 4. These intertextual references in conjunction with the distilled Dark Tower map contributed to a sort of Dark-Tower epiphany: its structure replicates the King canon itself, with the godhead of King-the-author at its epicenter–everything revolves around him, as he necessarily produces it. I was considering this right before reading King’s afterword to Book 4’s Wizard and Glass (1997), in which King notes:

I am coming to understand that Roland’s world (or worlds) actually contains all the others of my making; there is a place in Mid-World for Randall Flagg, Ralph Roberts, the wandering boys from The Eyes of the Dragon, even Father Callahan, the damned priest from ’Salem’s Lot, who rode out of New England on a Greyhound Bus and wound up dwelling on the border of a terrible Mid-World land called Thunderclap. This seems to be where they all finish up, and why not? Mid-World was here first, before all of them, dreaming under the blue gaze of Roland’s bombardier eyes.

Stephen King, Wizard and Glass. 1997.

Every spoke in this wheel is a different world is a different work of King’s, the cyclical nature I suppose in this sense excusing/justifying as cosmically significant the echoes across King’s many, many plots that are essentially the same thing happening over and over.

But these spokes are more than just works King has written himself (and probably far more numerous than on Jake’s rudimentary renderings, to the point where individual spokes might not even be discernible if these were “to scale”…). They’re also the works that influenced him, whose range across the pop-culture-literary-canon spectrum amount to King’s “secret sauce,” as discussed in the initial Dark Tower post on Book 1’s The Gunslinger. This goes back to what could be the most influential text on King, Lord of the Rings, but via Dracula, as King clarifies in his afterword to ‘Salem’s Lot:

When I discovered J. R. R. Tolkien’s Rings trilogy ten years later, I thought, “Shit, this is just a slightly sunnier version of Stoker’s Dracula, with Frodo playing Jonathan Harker, Gandalf playing Abraham Van Helsing, and Sauron playing the Count himself.”

Stephen King. ‘Salem’s Lot. 1975.

So it seems appropriate that a ‘Salem’s Lot character specifically will be returning… The above passage would seem to be a critical insight of King’s about the utility of telling the same story over and over, that the “secret sauce” is taking and using a template that’s worked for generations, specifically the “ka-tet” or “fellowship” narrative, which, with Dark Tower book 4’s Wizard and Glass, King also yokes The Wizard of Oz into the lineage of…

The Wizard of Oz (1939)

The king lives long through the continued passing down of the same narrative… King’s multiverse is a metaverse, I thought. Then I remembered that was what Facebook has renamed itself and/or its conglomerate of companies, and I shuddered.

From here.

Run, Forrest

My comprehension of King’s meta-multiverse was also facilitated by a particular Kingcast episode with guest Marc Bernardin, who chose to discuss The Running Man. Bernardin was one of the Hulu series Castle Rock writers, the show that leans on the “connective tissue” of Kingverse cosmology but introduces original characters and storylines to it; Bernardin articulated the general template of a King plot:

Stephen King is the great unheralded American writer, you know, nobody gives him credit for being the character writer that he is. I mean they always give him credit for the horror stuff, they always give him credit for the boo stuff, but when you look at Stephen King books, for the most part, they’re not mysteries. They are: here’s a bunch of people, and we’re going to introduce you to their lives, and then a bad thing is going to crash into their lives, and what do they do about it. And in order to make stories like that function, you need to build those lives of those characters so that we understand them, we can empathize with them, and know who they are, so when that giant mack truck of supernatural awfulness blindsides their lives, we know who they are and can respond to it.

From here.

Bernardin’s work on Castle Rock prompted the hosts to ask about his thoughts on the Dark Tower series, and I appreciated his response that he “appreciated” it more than he liked it. When they finally got to The Running Man, Bernardin had a reading of it that blew my mind: since its protagonist Ben Richards is essentially from the “projects,” Bernardin likes to think that Ben Richards is Black.

I was initially resistant to this reading, largely because I thought it gave King too much credit. There is much textual evidence to refute the idea that King intended to write a Black protagonist here, mainly through the characters that are identified and described as Black (such as the villainous Killian) in a way that seems to distinguish them from the point of view describing them–Richards’ (and in a way that’s often blatantly racist from Richards’ perspective). It is also Killian, CEO of the network airing The Running Man game show, being explicitly Black that made me resistant to reading Richards as Black–if the narrative were an allegory for the oppression and exploitation of Black Americans, why would a Black character be at the helm of the exploitative vehicle? (Then, of course, there are also the book covers that depict Richards with an illustration of a white man.)

I couldn’t really tell if Bernardin was saying he thought King had intentionally written Richards as Black or if he himself just liked to read it that way, though I guess his calling out King’s “blind spot” when it came to writing race should have been a clue it was the latter:

…maybe it’s because i’m interpreting things in the text that aren’t there, but in my interpretation of Ben Richards as an African American, one of the things I discovered on Castle Rock doing a deep dive there is that one of Stephen King’s big blind spots is writing race–and, and, it’s either magical negro, or magical negro, and that’s kind of it. 

From here.

When I Googled Bernardin and learned that he is Black, his reading made more sense as a reclamation reading, not a literal one. To my mind, a white guy reading Richards as Black would amount to more of a white apologist reading.

As a consequence of the suffering that protagonists experience at the hands of a state-corporate nexus that does not adequately address the rehabilitative needs of citizens, Bachman’s books articulate a politics of pure negation (a modality that plays a vital role in the decades to come) by tracking ‘protagonists who are sociologically so tightly determined and whose free will is so limited that they find violence and self-destruction as their only means to take a stand’ (Strengell 218).

Blouin, Michael J.. Stephen King and American Politics (Horror Studies) (p. 45). University of Wales Press. Kindle Edition.

That quote from Heidi Strengell could be read, via Bernardin, as describing the state of Black people in the American state specifically, as you could define white privilege as not being “sociologically so tightly determined” that your free will is necessarily diminished, and this strikes me as another way of framing my reading of the Bachman novels as deriving their horror from playing out a white male protagonist essentially being treated as a Black person (ultimately in a way that’s condescending toward Black people rather than creating sympathy with their plight).

In the world-building elective I’m teaching, theme parks have become a prominent…theme, since they constitute literal world-building, the construction of an immersive experience. And of course there’s one theme park to rule them all, the one King invokes in all of the above references to Carrie, The Green Mile, and Misery.

The academic Jason Sperb, focusing on Disney’s “most notorious film,” Song of the South (1946)–significantly, the one that Norma invokes in the critical Carrie moment–notes:

One of the main critiques often leveled at the Disney empire for decades has been its distortion of history.45 Disney’s romanticized view of its own past, as the self-appointed king of the golden age of Hollywood, is one thing. Yet more disturbing is its rewriting of American history in general. … Disney’s fondness for rewriting American history, often to the benefit of white, middle-class consumers, came to a head in the 1990s, when cultural critics, historians, and political activists successfully pressured the company to abandon plans for a history-themed amusement park in Virginia, to be called “Disney’s America.” In questionable taste, this endeavor would have awkwardly mixed Disney’s own idealization and whitewashing of history with the uglier history of the surrounding areas, which feature countless institutionalized reminders of the country’s violent colonial and Civil War legacies.

Jason Sperb, Disney’s Most Notorious Film: Race, Convergence, and the Hidden Histories of Song of the South. 2012.

A short story by fiction writer George Saunders, “CivilWarLand in Bad Decline,” helps illuminate this legacy, and in the specific context of “Disney’s America”‘s take on it. The first-person narrator of this story works at a theme park recreating the Civil War, working as a “verisimilitude inspector” with a “Historical Reconstruction Associate.” This would seem like a wacky enough premise on its own (potentially) when a gang of teen vandals starts wreaking havoc and the park becomes a site of violence in its own right rather than just re-enacting it, but then literal ghosts appear in the story to play a pivotal role as well. It’s really the final line of this story that emphasizes the true nature of this Civil-War legacy as the first-person narrator is killed by the ghost of a boy named Sam:

I see the man I could have been, and the man I was, and then everything is bright and new and keen with love and I sweep through Sam’s body, trying to change him, trying so hard, and feeling only hate and hate, solid as stone.

George Saunders. “CivilWarLand in Bad Decline.” 1992. 

Contrast this ending with another one of Saunders’, almost thirty years later:

From across the woods, as if by common accord, birds left their trees and darted upward. I joined them, flew among them, they did not recognize me as something apart from them, and I was happy, so happy, because for the first time in years, and forevermore, I had not killed, and never would.

George Saunders. “Escape from Spiderhead.” 2010. 

In the final lines of both of these stories, the same literal thing is happening: a white-male first-person narrator is dying and in so doing reflecting on his life. But the latter seems to transcend the hate of the (American) human condition, while the former is consumed by it. (I had to wonder if Saunders’ professional success in the intervening decades has softened his worldview, since the earlier story would have been written when he was still essentially an impoverished failure.)

Saunders’ introduction of the fantasy/supernatural element of ghosts in “CivilWarLand” is appropriate for the story’s figurative (and Kingian) theme: that we are haunted by the ghosts of our past. The legacy of America’s collective haunting is a major thematic preoccupation for Saunders, as realized in his long-anticipated first novel Lincoln in the Bardo (2017). Saunders has described his inspiration for this novel (which, also in a classic Kingian vein, revolves around a father-son narrative) essentially being an image of the Lincoln Memorial crossed with Michaelangelo’s La Pietà. This might not be surprising when you consider the final line of “CivilWarLand” with the comparison of hate being “solid as stone” connecting to another major fixture of the Civil War legacy: monuments.

This manifestation of a legacy extends beyond Civil-War-related Confederate monuments; my alma mater Rice University has recently convened “task forces” to address what should be done with a memorial of the school’s founder, William Marsh Rice, a slaveowner. This memorial statue has always been prominently positioned at the center of the main quad on campus, and the decision has been made not to get rid of it entirely, but to move it elsewhere. It’s still a part of our school’s history that should not just be erased, but it should no longer be positioned at the center of our school’s historical narrative.

From here.

This idea of narrative (re)centering reminded me of another running man, one from a classic movie that positioned a particular figure (played by America’s “dad” and/or “everyman” Tom Hanks) at the nexus of several American historical narratives, from Elvis’s signature dance moves (which it should be noted he took from Black people, not a little white boy) to Nixon’s impeachment. I recalled how this other running man got his name:

When I was a baby, Mama named me after the great Civil War hero General Nathan Bedford Forrest. She said we was related to him in some way. What he did was he started up this club called the Ku Klux Klan. They’d all dress up in their robes and their bed sheets and act like a bunch of ghosts or spooks or something. They’d even put bed sheets on their horses and ride around. And anyway, that’s how I got my name, Forrest Gump. Mama said the Forrest part was to remind me that sometimes we all do things that, well, just don’t make no sense.

Forrest Gump, 1994 (here).

This explanation would seem to render this Civil War General’s legacy as excusable, innocuous and justified…and putting this figure named after Forrest at the center of these classic American historical narratives would seem to symbolize the prominence of Forrest and his legacy to our current state–albeit inadvertently.

King’s plots often purport to promote the idea that we can only heal by facing our history, but these narratives seem to reinforce a theme that we’re still running away from it.

Whitewashing

Sperb accuses Disney of “the whitewashing of history,” using a term I had thought of before reading it in his work, specifically when I recently visited a “Walt Disney Archives” exhibit held at the Graceland Exhibition Center in Memphis (Graceland as in Elvis Presley’s Graceland, which now has enough appendages–such as this exhibition center–to qualify as its own theme park). I was visiting these archives specifically for any possible Song of the South materials because of the Carrie reference–but there were none.

If you want to talk about a model for a metaverse–i.e., interconnected narratives within narratives within narratives–then Song of the South is a solid one–“solid as stone,” you might say. Like many (most?) Disney movies, the story for this one is not original but was taken from elsewhere–from the “Uncle Remus” stories by Joel Chandler Harris, a white man who took folklore he overheard enslaved people sharing with one another on a Georgia plantation and then transcribed into books with his own name on them as author.

From here.

Harris tells tales of the “Uncle Remus” character–whose title might recall another infamous racially charged avuncular fictional fixture, Uncle Tom–telling tales. As visible on the title page above, these are not designated as his “stories,” but rather “his songs and his sayings.” The “songs” aspect–emphasized in the Disney adaptation’s appellation SONG of the South–underscores how this narrative replicates the role of the cultural appropriation of music in American history (which I’ve discussed in relation to King’s The Stand here and here), with all of American music tracing back to the white appropriation of Black songs from the plantations, manifest initially in the blackface minstrel performances in which white performers, following the example of Stephen Foster, were performing a version of “imagined blackness.”

Now we put up white draperies and pipe in Stephen Foster and provide at no charge a list of preachers of various denominations.

George Saunders. “CivilWarLand in Bad Decline.” 1992. 

The framing device of the Remus narrator offers another version of a performance of imagined blackness: “Joel Chandler Harris’s jolly slave, the eponymous minstrel-like narrator of several collections of African American folklore…the Remus re-popularized by Disney with Mr. Bluebird on his shoulder” (emphasis mine), as Kurt Mueller puts it in a 2010 issue of Gulf Coast discussing the recasting of this character by Houston-based artist Dawolu Jabari Anderson–specifically, as the “Avenging Uncle Remus”:

The Carrie trigger moment as described by Norma explicitly links Remus to musical minstrel performance by comparing Carrie to the “tarbaby” Remus describes in the Disney story and then by comparing that tarbaby image to “those old-time Negro minstrels with the blackface,” emphasizing this minstrel connection further via the real-life minstrel performer Eddie Cantor (whose Wikipedia page only designates as such implicitly by including him in the “Blackface minstrel performers” category).

This function of Remus is also essentially a figurative iteration of the magical Black man: his magic is to impart wisdom and life lessons in an innocuous way, a depiction of Black man that’s both nonthreatening and subservient–and ultimately dehumanizing. Remus’s tales centering around anthropomorphized animals is another iteration of Remus’s dehumanization, illuminating his function as a figure that purports to be human without being fully so, a facsimile of a human that’s necessarily less than human (and thus justifiably enslavable by actual humans). Disney ends up emphasizing this dehumanizing aspect even more by having the actor who plays Uncle Remus, James Baskett, voice more than one of the cartoon animals in Remus’s tales. Baskett also voiced the “Jim Crow” crow in Dumbo (1941), and he has the distinction of being the first person hired to act live for a Disney film, but this fact that is often presented as a “distinction” turns out to reinforce the film’s dehumanization of Black people through the Remus character–he is literally positioned on screen next to cartoons, a parallel that creates the impression, however subconscious, that this figure is also essentially a cartoon.

Though maybe you could try to argue that this cartoon-rendering of Remus could help us read the dialect of his dialog as cartoonish, i.e., unrealistic:

Remus: Dishyer’s de only home I knows. Was goin’ ter whitewash de walls, too, but not now. Time done run out.

Song of the South, 1946 (here).

In the second room of this Gracleand Walt Disney Archives exhibit, which according to the copy was a replication of the archives kept at the official studios in Burbank, CA, the far wall appeared to be covered by a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf that turned out to only a picture of same:

A picture of a picture of a wall of books…ceci n’est pas une…books.

Via the “‘s” visible on many of these spines, one can see a penchant for a certain framing of the possessive visible on these (faux) book spines, Disney’s assertion of ownership by way of the apostrophe, but the possessive is notably absent in the “Uncle Remus Stories” phrase itself–these aren’t “Remus’s” stories, they’re Disney’s….

Here the Remus stories are positioned next to Fantasia, in which the connection between music and narrative is focalized through the figure of the conductor-narrator, who in being a narrator is in that position similar to Remus:

Now, there are three kinds of music on this Fantasia program. First, there’s the kind that tells a definite story. Then there’s the kind, that while it has no specific plot, does paint a series of more or less definite pictures. Then there’s a third kind, music that exists simply for its own sake. … what we call absolute music. Even the title has no meaning beyond a description of the form of the music. What you will see on the screen is a picture of the various abstract images that might pass through your mind if you sat in a concert hall listening to this music. At first, you’re more or less conscious of the orchestra, so our picture opens with a series of impressions of the conductor and the players. Then the music begins to suggest other things to your imagination. They might be, oh, just masses of color. Or they may be cloud forms or great landscapes or vague shadows or geometrical objects floating in space. 

From Fantasia (here).

These “vague shadows” recall Toni Morrison’s concept of the Africanist presence, which, when I first applied this concept to Carrie, I described as “the white mainstream’s shadow self, implicitly a site of horror that whiteness can define itself in relation to.” One might read this presence into the image that greeted the viewer in the first room of the Archives…

Not from the Disney Archives.

This room also had another iteration of this presence in an image reminiscent of Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (1899), an imperialist narrative with the implied setting of the “economically important Congo River“:

“Displayed here are examples of concept art for used to [sic] ‘pitch’ the idea of Disneyland to prospective investors, lessees, licensees and sponsors.”

This appears to be a mockup of the “Jungle Cruise” ride that’s recently come under criticism for its problematic native-related imagery, which means it has something in common with the “Splash Mountain” ride that people were calling to be “re-themed” because its theme was from…Song of the South. Though the ride didn’t have imagery directly connected to the Remus character, it had other innocuous-seeming elements from the film (bluebirds, etc.), part of a strategy Jason Sperb articulates as a major part of his project:

This attention to the “paratexts”2—the additional texts and contexts surrounding a primary text—becomes especially acute when focused on a Disney film that has benefited from its parent company’s noted success in exploiting its theatrical properties across numerous forms of cross-media promotion and synergy. Song of the South is another beneficiary of what Christopher Anderson has dubbed Disney’s “centrifugal force . . . one that encouraged the consumption of further Disney texts, further Disney products, further Disney experiences.”3 In the seventy years since its debut, Song of the South footage, stories, music, and characters have reappeared in comic strips, spoken records, children’s books, television shows, toys, board games, musical albums, theme park attractions, VHS and DVD compilations, and even video games (including Xbox 360’s recent Kinect Disneyland Adventures, 2011). By conditioning the reception of the main text, these paratexts are fundamentally intertwined with it, thus problematizing the hierarchical distinction between the two. What I hope to add to this discussion is the powerful and often unconsidered role that paratexts have played historically and generationally in shifting perceptions of the full-length theatrical version. (p5).

Jason Sperb, Disney’s Most Notorious Film: Race, Convergence, and the Hidden Histories of Song of the South, 2012.

This analysis reveals something critical about the critical Carrie trigger moment–Norma doesn’t reference the movie Song of the South as her source for the “tarbaby” image, she references one of its “paratexts”: “I had a Walt Disney storybook called Song of the South…” (Though when one looks up what SoS-related storybooks Disney released, none of them are actually titled the exact same as the film itself.) Norma’s reference to the paratext tracks with the success of the paratext strategy for this particular property–Sperb’s research shows:

In 1972, Song of the South was the highest-grossing reissue from any company that year, ranking it sixteenth among all films.

Jason Sperb, Disney’s Most Notorious Film: Race, Convergence, and the Hidden Histories of Song of the South, 2012.

Norma’s use of the Remus character as a point of reference (in the critical trigger moment!) reveals how the re-release of this 1940s text influenced the perspective of the children of the 1970s.

Disney did relatively recently change the theme of the Splash Mountain ride to eradicate all Song of the South references, but the fact that they released a movie based on the Jungle Cruise ride, called Jungle Cruise, just last year seems an extension of this problematic strategy rather than a rectification of it. I made it through only half of the movie when I tried to watch it, but since it’s the depiction of the jungle “natives” that were the problem, it’s worth noting that every time over-the-top natives appear in the first half, their exaggerated costumes and actions are revealed to be a performance paid for and manipulated by the main character of the cruise skipper.

It’s also worth noting that the jungle is a prominent theme at Graceland itself due to Elvis having a themed “Jungle Room” in his Graceland mansion, showcased further by the “Jungle Room” bar across from the exhibit space in the Exhibition center. The critic Henry Louis Gates, Jr. points to the problematic association between the “jungle” and depictions of Blackness (as epitomized by Uncle Remus and potentially with Heart of Darkness as Ground Zero) by titling his introduction to issue 50.4 (2017) of the African American Review “Criticism in de Jungle,” in which he mentions the concept of the “text-milieu” in relation to the application of academic literary theory:

…what Geoffrey Hartman has perceptively termed their [literary works’] “text-milieu.”4 Theory, like words in a poem, does not “translate” in one-to-one relationship of reference. Indeed, I have found that in the “application” of a mode of reading to black texts, the critic, by definition, transforms the theory, and, I might add, transforms received readings of the text, into something different, a construct neither exactly “like” its antecedents nor entirely new.

Hartman’s definition of “text-milieu” (“how theory depends on a canon, on a limited group of texts, often culture-specific or national”) does not break down in the context of the black traditions; it must, however, be modified since the texts of the black canon occupy a rhetorical space in at least two canons, as does black literary theory. The sharing of texts in common does allow for enhanced dialogue, but the sharing of a more or less compatible critical approach also allows for a dialogue between two critics of two different canons whose knowledge of the other’s texts is less than ideal. The black text-milieu is extra-territorial.

Henry Louis Gates, Jr., “Criticism in de Jungle,” African American Review 50.4, Winter 2017.

Which reminds me of movie-Roland’s map and my idea that the titular concept of the “Dark Tower” is a play or inversion of the “ivory tower” of academia, an institution King has over the years evinced more than a little disdain for (as in Christine‘s invented institution “Horlicks College”).

But of course for Disney, a jungle cruise is where all of this started…

“Steamboat Willie,” 1928 (from here).

Happy Endings

We’d gotten to the happily-ever-after part of the fairy tale, as far as he was concerned; Cinderella comes home from the ball through a cash cloudburst.

Stephen King, Bag of Bones, 1998.

When viewed through the lens of the Civil-War legacy, the idea of “whitewashing” seems to me part and parcel of a cultural lust for fairy-tale “happy endings.” If Disney distorts history, its systematic appropriation–which they like to call “adaptations”–of existing narratives and the manipulation of those narratives’ darker elements into such happy endings is a natural extension of this.

A replica of a painting in the first room of the Graceland exhibit Disney Archives.

I thought of this fairy-tale distortion when watching the misery of Princess Diana’s “real-life” narrative play out in recent fictionalized retellings (The Crown with episode 3.4 about the Royal Wedding titled “Fairy Tale,” and last year’s film Spencer)–the life that everyone thought of as a real-life “fairy tale” turned out to be a living hell. This dynamic plays out again on Cheer via Gabi Butler, a figure whom all in her field emulate and idolize largely due to her omnipresence and image permeated on social media…products of what the show reveals to be an essentially slave-driven exploitation of her by her own parents. Not unlike Diana, Gabi Butler lives in the glass bubble of a pressure cooker.

The prominence of Disney’s fairy-tale narrative of Cinderella specifically can be seen in another intersection of music and narrative: opera. The majority of the Graceland Disney Archives consisted of costumes and props from different films, with several that I hadn’t realized were associated with Disney.

The dress Julia Roberts wears in the opera scene in Pretty Woman.

In Pretty Woman (1990), Edward Lewis (Richard Gere) takes Vivian Ward (Julia Roberts) to an opera where they see “La Traviata” in what amounts to a test of Vivian’s character by Edward, as explained by the latter:

“People’s reactions to opera the first time they see it is very dramatic. They either love it or they hate it. If they love it they will always love it. If they don’t, they may learn to appreciate it – but it will never become part of their soul.”

From here.

Needless to say, she passes this test–if not the Bechdel one.

In Moonstruck (1987), the two primary love interests, played by Cher and Nicolas Cage, go to the opera to see La Boheme, which the narrative of the film itself is a retelling of; Cage’s character doesn’t articulate the visit as an explicit test for Cher’s, but the scene otherwise plays out almost identically. There was another interesting detail connecting these two films:

From Moonstruck.

In Pretty Woman, as with the opera-as-test, the Cinderella connection is explicitly articulated (some have billed it as an “R-rated Cinderella“), by a character named Kit played by none other than the same actress who played Nadine Cross in the ’94 miniseries adaptation of The Stand, Laura San Giacomo:

Kit: It could work, it happens.

Vivian: I just want to know who it works out for. Give me one example of someone that we know that it happened for.

Kit: Name someone, you want me to name someone, you want me to like give you a name or something? … Oh god, the pressure of a name. [Rubs temples in intense concentration before throwing her hands up; she has the answer.]

Cinde-fuckin-rella.

From here.

And the red dress extends to Wizard-of-Oz-like red shoes:

INT. SHOE STORE — DAY
ANOTHER SALESMAN fits Vivian with a pair of red high heel shoes.
Edward sits next to her. He leans over and whispers to her.
EDWARD
Feel like Cinderella yet?
Vivian nods happily.

From here.

Happy endings indeed…

Frank Darabont’s adaptation of The Shawhank Redemption (1994), which, in my opinion, derives a lot of its emotional power from its score, adds a sequence that wasn’t in the original text when Andy Dufresne plays an opera record–Mozart’s “Le Nozze de Figaro”–over the prison loudspeakers in a moment that constitutes an explicit rebellion; this moment also reinforces the power of opera as a quintessential form of musical narrative, communicating something fundamental even without words discernible to the listener, as articulated in voiceover by the character Red:

I have no idea to this day what them two Italian ladies were singin’ about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I like to think they were singin’ about something so beautiful it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared. Higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away…and for the briefest of moments — every last man at Shawshank felt free.

From here.

Andy does two weeks in solitary confinement for the stunt; when he emerges he tells his fellow convicts it was the easiest time he ever did because he had Mozart to keep him company. Red thinks Andy is speaking literally and asks if they really let him bring the record player down there. Andy tells him no, the music was in his head and in his heart, and gives a speech about a “place” constituted by music, a figurative rather than a literal place:

Andy: That’s the one thing they can’t confiscate, not ever. That’s the beauty of it. Haven’t you ever felt that way about music, Red?

Red: Played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost my taste for it. Didn’t make much sense on the inside.

Andy: Here’s where it makes most sense. We need it so we don’t forget.

Red: Forget?

Andy: That there are things in this world not carved out of gray stone. That there’s a small place inside of us they can never lock away, and that place is called hope.

From here.

What we end up with here is a white man lecturing a Black man on the importance of music as a means to both hope and to not forget, which, via slavery, is the precise origin of American music in the first place–enslaved people came up with music to help them cope with the desolation of enslavement and stay in touch with their humanity, and then white men took that music for the blackface minstrel performances that became the foundation for the rest of American music until Elvis made it palatable for a white man to play it without the blackface but was still essentially doing the same thing. That we tend to forget this makes Andy lecturing a Black man about the importance of remembering a little grating.

This figurative “place” of hope is reminiscent in a sense of “the laughing place”–a place that’s also figurative and that must also originate from slavery since it manifests from the voice of the Remus narrator. In Song of the South, Remus tells three different tales about Br’er Fox’s efforts to catch Br’er Rabbit with Br’er Bear usually inadvertently interfering; the second is the tale with the tar-baby figure entrapment that Norma refers to in the critical Carrie moment, and the third and final involves Br’er Rabbit convincing Br’er Bear that he has a “laughing place”–doing so via musical number and leading him into a thicket with a beehive that the bear stumbles into, leading the bees to attack and sting him.

There is no shortage of King making visual comparisons to white characters looking like they’re in minstrel blackface in his canon:

His cheeks and forehead were smeared with blueberry juice, and he looked like an extra in a minstrel show.

Stephen King, “The Body,” Different Seasons, 1982.

She applied mud for five minutes, finishing with a couple of careful dabs to the eyelids, then bent over to look at her reflection. What she saw in the relatively still water by the bank was a minstrel-show mudgirl by moonlight. Her face was a pasty gray, like a face on a vase pulled out of some archeological dig.

Stephen King, The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, 1999.

(The latter passage is of interest in conjunction to this minstrel-mask-like mud soothing a wasp sting and the function of wasps in relation to King’s first magical black man, Dick Hallorann in The Shining (1977) as I discussed here.)

But in what I’ve read so far of King’s canon, there’s only one other direct invocation of Uncle Remus besides Norma’s in Carrie (1974) (Tom Gordon refers to Little Black Sambo in conjunction with the above passage); the other Remus reference is in Misery (1987):

“I have a place I go when I feel like this. A place in the hills. Did you ever read the Uncle Remus stories, Paul?”

He nodded.

“Do you remember Brer Rabbit telling Brer Fox about his Laughing Place?”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I call my place upcountry. My Laughing Place. Remember how I said I was coming back from Sidewinder when I found you?”

He nodded.

“Well, that was a fib. I fibbed because I didn’t know you well then. I was really coming back from my Laughing Place. It has a sign over the door that says that. ANNIE’S LAUGHING PLACE, it says. Sometimes I do laugh when I go there.

“But mostly I just scream.”

Stephen King, Misery, 1987.

If this association with Annie Wilkes, one of King’s most infamous villains, doesn’t highlight a horrific undertone–or overtone–of the concept of “The Laughing Place” as the nexus of humor and horror, nothing will. An integral association between humor and horror and the Carrie trigger moment underscores via Norma’s explanation about how they had to laugh so they wouldn’t cry.

Annie Wilkes has strong feelings about the function of narrative in a more technical sense as well: when Paul tries to circumnavigate the plot development of Misery’s death to write Annie a new book about Misery, he sees Annie’s rage in full force for the first time as she explains to him, via the “Rocket Man” movies she used to go see as a kid, why he wrote “a cheat”:

“The new episode always started with the ending of the last one. They showed him going down the hill, they showed the cliff, they showed him banging on the car door, trying to open it. Then, just before the car got to the edge, the door banged open and out he flew onto the road! The car went over the cliff, and all the kids in the theater were cheering because Rocket Man got out, but I wasn’t cheering, Paul. I was mad! I started yelling, ‘That isn’t what happened last week! That isn’t what happened last week!’”

Stephen King, Misery, 1987.

This narrative “cheating” strikes me as akin to Disney’s cheating by means of simplifying complex narratives by slapping on their unrealistic happy endings. I realized reading Annie’s Rocket-Man rant that Disney’s The Rocketeer was also appropriating a pre-existing narrative from these Rocket Man stories…

Disney Archives at Graceland.

…before they even did RocketMan.

Apart from the invocation of Remus and his Laughing Place, Song of the South and Misery have another connection via a particular lace visual, in the former, one that induces other boys to laugh at the main character in a way not so dissimilar from the way Carrie’s classmates laugh at her:

“Look at that lace collar!” Song of the South, 1946.
Paul Sheldon’s pain meds in Rob Reiner’s Misery (1990), which he then uses to try to drug Annie during a pseudo-romantic dinner he convinces her to have with him…for which she wears:
…a lace collar.

The wheel of ka could be read as a hamster wheel, keeping us running toward that happy ending that we can never reach and that pretty lace collar more like a leash…

Song of the South, 1946

The Carrie trigger moment shows intersection of horror, humor, AND music, replicating the intersecting function of these in American history, and marking only the beginning of this thematic preoccupation for King. In their mocking laughter, Carrie’s classmates render her an “other” apart from their group that enables her to be read as a manifestation of the Africanist presence herself–in spite of her last name being White. In the trigger moment, Carrie is black and white and re(a)d all over, playing out a revenge cycle. I am in a way reading Carrie as “Black” in a similar but different way than Marc Bernardin reads Ben Richards as Black–but hopefully not in a white apologist way!

The current Running Man reboot in production is evidence of how King’s cyclical wheel cosmology applies to the adaptations of his work (it’s also retroactively fitting that in the 1987 original, the Running Man was played by Mr. Universe on a Day-Glo-limned set that might be considered to have a theme-park aesthetic). Rebooting It in 2017 jump-started another King Renaissance, which is somewhat ironic when The Dark Tower, the apotheosis of the King multiverse, was released the same year and a total bomb. (The cyclical interest in our historical preoccupations might also be underscored by the man playing the man in black who had his own renaissance in the form of the McConnaissance (one like King’s in being similarly unaffected by the badness of this movie), making the white-savior Civil War movie Free State of Jones, which he apparently uses as the basis of a film class he teaches for the University of Texas.)

The way that King takes other texts ranging across the low- and high-culture spectrum (his “secret sauce”) and regurgitates them into his own brand of cyclical repeating narrative actually turns out to be quite similar to the Disney model…similar as well in the way it often reinforces a patriarchal worldview…

…what does the map revolve around?

Salvador Dalí’s The Knight at the Tower (1932).

King’s construction of his metaverse has also inspired me to unveil the scrolaverse, my creative wheel in which Long Live the King is but one spoke. And the spoke of Flatten Them Into A Set is definitely influenced by the range of textual references King shoehorns into every text of his…

-SCR

The Gunslinger (Song) Cycle

We must rival Job, rival Jude. 

Parul Sehgal, “The Case Against the Trauma Plot,” The New Yorker, December 27, 2021

“Really? Kinging? Kinging is a precarious business!”

The King’s Speech, 2010

…the gunslinger saying that ka was like a wheel, always rolling around to the same place again.

Stephen King. Wizard and Glass. 1997.

In a foreword to The Gunslinger (1982), the first book of Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, King describes conceiving of the sprawling premise around 1967 when he–surprise surprise–finished JRR Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, which by this point in my reading of the King canon seems to be the single most influential fictional work on his fictional work. Even before I read the foreword (after the book itself) I could feel macro and micro levels of Tolkien influence in this specific novel, especially (micro) via the phrase “ever onward” (once voiced by the unlikely character of The Stand‘s Rita Blakemoor):

There are quests and roads that lead ever onward, and all of them end in the same place—upon the killing ground.

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

Upon his completion of Tolkien’s tome, King was of the age of nineteen, a number of import in The Gunslinger and likely the series as a whole, a series that King was sure would prove to be his “masterpiece.” That he depicts this conception as youthful ignorance is ironically playful, since in large part at this point it’s pretty much a fulfilled prophecy–seven books published starting with The Gunslinger in 1982 and concluding with The Wind in the Keyhole in 2012, though this is apparently a “bonus novel” and the series purportedly concluded with The Dark Tower in 2004. There are numerous other references and links to the universe depicted in the series in King’s other technically non-Dark-Tower books as well, which brings me to an interesting point in my “chronological” reading and writing about King’s canon…the wheel of ka comes back around. More on that…after this.

Summary

We start with the titular gunslinger pursuing the “man in black” across a desert that is the “apotheosis of all deserts.” He’s leading a mule and stops at an isolated dwelling whose dweller, Brown, has a talking raven named Zoltan and who tells the gunslinger, whose name is Roland Deschain, about his encounter with the man in black when he passed through before the gunslinger, who’s paranoid Brown might be part of some kind of trap set for him by the man in black. He tells Brown (who believes they’re in an “afterlife”) about when he passed through the town of Tull (which we get in scene-rendered flashback): Roland goes to a saloon and speaks to the bartender, Allie, who has a curious scar on her forehead, about when the man in black–aka Walter–passed through, and she tells him about when he raised one of the men in the saloon, Nort, from the dead, and how the man in black told her the key to knowing about death was the number “nineteen.”  The gunslinger must have sex with Allie repeatedly for this information, and at one point they’re attacked in her room by a man (Sheb the piano player) she used to sleep with but who’s subdued easily. 

The gunslinger attends a church service in Tull where a 300-pound woman, Sylvia Pittston, preaches that there will be an “Interloper.” He visits Sylvia who informs him she was impregnated by the man in black and he kills her unborn child of the “Crimson King,” saying it’s a demon. He’s then taken for The Interloper by the townspeople and when they attack him he kills all of them, including Allie, with his gun, a completely unfamiliar weapon to the people of Tull.   

When Roland wakes the next day after telling this story to Brown, his mule is dead and he continues his pursuit of the man in black on foot. Eventually he comes to a way station where there is a young boy, Jake Chambers, who came from a land that is clearly New York City though Jake’s descriptions of it are completely unfamiliar to Roland. Jake, the son of a wealthy television network executive, was killed by the man in black, who, apparently dressed like a priest, shoved Jake into traffic when he was walking to school. Roland goes down into the cellar of the way station and a demon talks to him (“’While you travel with the boy, the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.’”) and when Roland thrusts his arm in the hole the voice was coming from, he pulls out a jawbone. 

Jake accompanies Roland on his quest to pursue the man in black, which Roland reveals is part of a larger quest for the Dark Tower, and he tells Jake a bit about when he was a boy in Gilead being trained by a man named Cort to be a gunslinger with his friend Cuthbert, and a time they overheard a cook they were friends with plotting to poison some of the court and had him hung. Roland starts to love Jake and thinks this is the trap set for him by the man in black.  

One night Roland wakes to find Jake gone and tracks him to a stone altar with the spirit of an oracle he uses the jawbone from the way station to ward off, saving Jake. Roland takes some mescaline and visits the oracle, who forces him to have sex with her repeatedly on the stone altar and basically outlines at least the next couple of books in the series when she tells him the number three will be important for him on his journey: 

The boy is your gate to the man in black. The man in black is your gate to the three. The three are your way to the Dark Tower.

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

They discuss Jake’s being the “gate,” meaning that he’ll have to be sacrificed. 

Jake and Roland follow the man in black into the mountains and seem to be getting closer based on a footprint and his smell. As they’re about to round an elbow curve on the mountain Jake wants to turn back and seems to know the gunslinger intends to sacrifice him, but the gunslinger presses on and they see the man in black close on a ridge above them, who says the two of them–him and Roland–will palaver on the other side of mountain before he vanishes into a cavern. Roland tells Jake to come or stay and Jake comes. Roland mentions a memory of seeing his mother dancing with the man, Marten, who will kill his father. In the mountain they find an old railroad with a handcar they use to travel faster. One night Roland tells Jake, who asks for it, the story of his “coming of age” when he passes his test to become a gunslinger, which he does right after Marten calls him in to see his mother in a defiant way to let him know Marten, who’s supposed to be his father’s counselor, is the real one in power. Roland passes his test, which he demands to take two years before Cort thinks he’s ready to, by using his falcon David as his chosen weapon. He doesn’t quite tell Jake everything about it because he feels shame over using David as a trick that amounts to the first of many of his betrayals. In the mountain, they encounter the “slow mutants,” who attack them and try to block the track but they manage to crash through them in the handcar and leave them behind. When they see light at the end of the tunnel they get out of the handcar and walk on ground that seems increasingly rotten, and when they emerge the man in black is there and Jake falls, clinging to a trestle over a pit; Roland lets him fall in order to continue to follow the man in black, who takes him to “an ancient killing ground to make palaver.” The man in black gives him a version of a tarot reading with seven cards with cryptic clues about the future of his journey (the Prisoner, the Lady of the Shadows) and sends Roland a vision of the infinitude of the universe (a term Roland has never heard before) and explains the nature of the Tower: 

“Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met in a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a Room?” 

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

The man in black also explains that he was sent by his “king and master” whom he’s only seen in dreams, and that Roland is the man in black’s “apotheosis” or “climax,” and that before Roland meets this king, he must slay the “Ageless Stranger” who is named “Legion.” The man in black reveals that he was actually Marten, and tells Roland he’s at the end of the beginning and must go to the nearby sea to wait for what’s next, the drawing of the three. When Roland next wakes, ten years have passed and the remains of the man in black are there as a skeleton that Roland takes the jawbone of. He proceeds to the nearby beach and waits. The End.  

The Song Remains the Same

While the Dark Tower series is considered King’s “magnum opus” (according to his website according to Wikipedia), it has also been considered “niche,” with a lot of readers of the rest of King’s work–such as my mother–unable to “get into it.” After reading The Gunslinger myself, I can certainly understand why. The prose is often almost opaque, and listening to the audiobook, I often found myself zoning out for lengthy passages.

That said, the themes, structure, and cosmology of this multiverse/universe are still compelling in ways that resonate with my reading of the King canon in general. In his foreword/note preceding the novella “Secret Window, Secret Garden” in Four Past Midnight (1990), King says:

I’m one of those people who believe that life is a series of cycles—wheels within wheels, some meshing with others, some spinning alone, but all of them performing some finite, repeating function. I like that abstract image of life as something like an efficient factory machine, probably because actual life, up close and personal, seems so messy and strange. It’s nice to be able to pull away every once in awhile and say, “There’s a pattern there after all! I’m not sure what it means, but by God, I see it!”

Stephen King, Four Past Midnight. 1990.

In reading King’s canon chronologically–the order it was published, if not actually written–but also trying to write about it chronologically, I always have to go back and reread (or primarily listen to) a book before I blog about it. I’m now two years into this project, and at one point I was trying to not let my reading get too far ahead of my writing, and so would read other non-King books in the meantime. About a year ago, I basically just let myself keep going and going in my King reading, so I’m cycling back for the re-reads with more of the canon under my belt. Currently, as I write about this 1982 publication, I’ve made it in my chronological reading up to a 1997 publication, which happens to be book four of the Dark Tower series, Wizard and Glass (which happens to be almost four times as long as The Gunslinger).

Listening to The Gunslinger again, I was better able to follow things due to enhanced insight from having made it through book 2, The Drawing of the Three (1987), and book 3, The Waste Lands (1991), but I still found myself zoning out to the point that reading the summary of the events in The Gunslinger provided at the beginning of Wizard and Glass, I was like–what? Apparently I’d missed some critical causal connections, primarily in Roland’s backstory about Marten/Walter somehow causing Roland to have to take his coming-of-age test early. (I also initially missed what I heard described on a podcast as Roland using his gun to “perform an abortion.”)

Something that I’ve started to notice in King’s work that The Dark Tower takes to another…dimension is references to other texts, both in classic literature and in pop culture:

The [Dark Tower] series was chiefly inspired by the poem “Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came” by Robert Browning, whose full text was included in the final volume’s appendix. In the preface to the revised 2003 edition of The Gunslinger, King also identifies The Lord of the RingsArthurian legend, and The Good, the Bad and the Ugly as inspirations. He identifies Clint Eastwood’s “Man with No Name” character as one of the major inspirations for the protagonist, Roland Deschain.

From here.

I’m primed to notice both the lit and pop culture references as an English teacher who specifically uses popular culture as a theme in my rhetoric and composition classes. (I was recently talking with a group of high-school freshmen and sophomores about what they read in their English classes and, like I was also assigned at their age over two decades ago now, they were reading Arthurian legend.) It’s starting to seem like King’s brain is more comprehensive than Wikipedia when it comes to books, movies, and music and dramatizing the influence these texts have over how people see the world. As a case in point for how The Gunslinger is Ground Zero for this, we can look at an early passage in the novel:

He’d bought the mule in Pricetown, and when he reached Tull, it was still fresh. The sun had set an hour earlier, but the gunslinger had continued traveling, guided by the town glow in the sky, then by the uncannily clear notes of a honky-tonk piano playing “Hey Jude.”

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

In this western setting that’s the “apotheosis” of all western settings, someone is playing a Beatles song from the 1960s. The Beatles are not name-dropped, just the song title, but lest there’s any doubt the “Hey Jude” in question is in fact the Beatles’ song, it is clarified thus:

A fool’s chorus of half-stoned voices was rising in the final protracted lyric of “Hey Jude”—“Naa-naa-naa naa-na-na-na . . . hey, Jude . . .”—as he entered the town proper.

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

This is an “old” song even to Roland…

The boy was looking down at him from a window high above the funeral pyre, the same window where Susan, who had taught him to be a man, had once sat and sung the old songs: “Hey Jude” and “Ease on Down the Road” and “Careless Love.

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

Those also being songs from the same era, it seems a clue to the cosmology voiced by Jake as he falls to his death (for now)–“‘There are other worlds than these,'” and yet these worlds are somehow overlapping or linked. In the summary of the first book before Wizard and Glass, it says:

“We discover that the gunslinger’s world is related to our own in some fundamental and terrible way. This link is first revealed when Roland meets Jake, a boy from the New York of 1977, at a desert way station.”

Stephen King. Wizard and Glass. 1997.

But the “Hey Jude” reference lets us know this link exists way before Jake materializes from New York. The music is the real link. And probably also the movies/television; another big “link” between the world of pop culture visual texts and the world of the Dark Tower is via Jake’s father’s job:

“Got to catch up with that Tower, am I right? Got to keep a-ridin’, just like the cowboys on my Dad’s Network.”

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

It’s also thus not insignificant that a not-insignificant part of this world’s infrastructure, so to speak, “the beam,” is first mentioned in connection with visual texts/television:

“Where did you come from, Jake?” he asked finally.

“I don’t know.” The boy frowned. “I did know. I knew when I came here, but it’s all fuzzy now, like a bad dream when you wake up. I have lots of bad dreams. Mrs. Shaw used to say it was because I watched too many horror movies on Channel Eleven.”

“What’s a channel?” A wild idea occurred to him. “Is it like a beam?”

“No—it’s TV.”

“What’s teevee?”

“I—” The boy touched his forehead. “Pictures.”

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

We have no idea at this point what this “wild idea” of Roland’s is, but ultimately the analogy of a television with different channels feels fitting for this world encompassing different worlds…

This combination of literary and pop culture reference manifests the apotheosis of the intersection of high and low culture’s influence on King–the intersection that is, I believe I have discovered, the “secret sauce” I was looking for when I started…

Under the influence of this intersection, I have approached King’s work from both angles–from the literary, reading (and writing) academic articles on it through the lens of (often opaque) literary theory, and I believe one King reference that appears in The Regulators holds the key to The Gunslinger‘s prosaic opacity (to put it pretentiously):

The floor is tacky with spilled food and soda; there is an underlying sour smell of clabbered milk; the walls have been scribbled over with crayon drawings that are frightening in their primitive preoccupation with bloodshed and death. They remind him of a novel he read not so long ago, a book called Blood Meridian.

Stephen King/Richard Bachman. The Regulators. 1996. 

If Jane Campion’s recent film The Power of the Dog is an “anti-western,” then Blood Meridian might be an anti-anti-western, or like a western on steroids, in its horrific depictions of cowboy-vs.-Native American violence, and it also does the nameless character thing that King plays with via a figure designated “the judge.” But it’s the prose that’s the main resemblance, and if you need evidence for this we can just look at the Blood Meridian passage King picks himself in On Writing, which he prefaces with “this is a good one, you’ll like it”:

Someone snatched the old woman’s blindfold from her and she and the juggler were clouted away and when the company turned in to sleep and the low fire was roaring in the blast like a thing alive these four yet crouched at the edge of the firelight among their strange chattels and watched how the ragged flames fled down the wind as if sucked by some maelstrom out there in the void, some vortex in that waste apposite to which man’s transit and his reckonings alike lay abrogate.

Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian. 1985.

Sorry, Steve, I don’t like it that much… also Blood Meridian was published three years after The Gunslinger, so either King was influenced by McCarthy’s earlier novels or was independently influenced by the western mythos and its attendant macho prose.

That, or King really can time travel….

At the opposite pole, I’ve also been listening to podcasts about King’s work from the POV of Hollywood industry people, predominantly “The Kingcast,” which the hosts Eric Vespe and Scott Wampler actually started after I started this project (do I want these guys’ job? Yes plz). Each episode, they have a guest who picks their favorite King “property” to discuss. These guests are usually actors and/or producers/directors/screenwriters etc., but for an early episode on The Gunslinger, their guest was Damien Echols, one of the “West Memphis Three,” who spent twenty years in prison after being sentenced to death for a crime he did not commit, and as the promo copy for the episode states, his “love of Stephen King was actually used against him in a court of law.” Hearing Echols describe how both The Gunslinger and the Dark Tower series as a whole got him through his imprisonment, much of which was spent in brain-damage-inducing solitary confinement, has undoubtedly been the most powerful thing I’ve heard on the show. Interestingly, they discuss the prose style being markedly different in The Gunslinger than the rest of the series; Echols refers to the former as “machine-like, Terminator,” and when the hosts say they’re glad that style changed after book 1, Echols counters that it’s his favorite and he wishes King had maintained it longer.

I’m getting ahead of myself, but by book 3 the prose and content often feels like straight-up YA–a far, far cry from McCarthyesque killing fields; one of the Kingcast hosts posits that each book in the Dark Tower series embodies a different genre, a point they return to in a more recent episode:

“I think that’s one of the biggest selling points of the [Dark Tower series], is that it runs through all these different kinds of genres, and each different book is a different flavor, I really appreciate that about it. I’m not sure if it were western all the way through if I would like it as much.” 

From here.

This reminds me of the Harry Potter series; after reading these books I gave up on watching the movies pretty early on due to feeling like I already knew everything that happened, but it was interesting to see on the recent Potter reunion special the different tones and styles the different directors brought to each film and to hear their explanations of what made that particular book’s tone different from the rest.

I also thought of Harry Potter when I got to this part in The Gunslinger:

The boy looked up at him, his body trembling. For a moment the gunslinger saw the face of Allie, the girl from Tull, superimposed over Jake’s, the scar standing out on her forehead like a mute accusation, and felt brute loathing for them both (it wouldn’t occur to him until much later that both the scar on Alice’s forehead and the nail he saw spiked through Jake’s forehead in his dreams were in the same place).

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

It feels like ka that I’m revisiting this text as I start an elective on world-building at the arts high school where I teach; our foundational text for this class is David Mitchell’s “Start with the Map,” in which Mitchell describes, among other things, layering his own maps for his made-up worlds onto maps of real-life locations. This made me think that in genre fiction, tropes are often layered on tropes…

…as in Harry Potter:

Part of the secret of Rowling’s success is her utter traditionalism. The Potter story is a fairy tale, plus a bildungsroman, plus a murder mystery, plus a cosmic war of good and evil, and there’s almost no classic in any of those genres that doesn’t reverberate between the lines of Harry’s saga. The Arthurian legend, the Superman comics, “Star Wars,” “Cinderella,” “The Lord of the Rings,” the “Chronicles of Narnia,” “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes,” Genesis, Exodus, the Divine Comedy, “Paradise Lost”—they’re all there. The Gothic paraphernalia, too: turreted castles, purloined letters, surprise visitors arriving in the dark of night, backed by forked lightning. If you take a look at Vladimir Propp’s 1928 book “Morphology of the Folk Tale,” which lists just about every convention ever used in fairy tales, you can check off, one by one, the devices that Rowling has unabashedly picked up. 

From here.

and The Matrix….

In “The Matrix,” from 1999, Keanu Reeves plays Thomas Anderson, who pops a mysterious red pill proffered by an equally mysterious stranger and promptly discovers that his so-called life as an alienated nineteen-nineties hacker with a cubicle-farm day job has, in fact, been a computer-generated dream, designed—I swear I’m going to get all this into a single sentence—to keep Anderson from realizing that he’s actually Neo, a kung-fu messiah destined to save a post-apocalyptic earth’s last living humans from a race of sentient machines who’ve hunted mankind to near-extinction. Neo spends the rest of the film and its two sequels bouncing back and forth between the simulated world, where he’s a leather-clad superhero increasingly unbound by physical laws, and the bleak real world, laid to waste by humanity’s long war with artificial intelligence. Like “Star Wars” before it, “The Matrix” was fundamentally recombinant, unprecedented in its joyful derivativeness. Practically every cool visual or narrative thing about it came from some other mythic or pop-cultural source, from scripture to anime. And, like “Star Wars,” it quickly became a pop-cultural myth unto itself, and a primary source to be stolen from.

From here.

(Side note: I don’t know how many times “like a vampire” has come up in a King novel by way of a character trying to explain the essence of the monstrous entity stalking the ensemble…)

In The Gunslinger Kingcast episode, Echols says that he’s read The Gunslinger 33 times, an interesting number in the context of this particular tome as its climax heralds the second book, The Drawing of the Three; Echols also says his favorite character in the series is probably Eddie, one of the book two titular Three who is described in The Gunslinger though not yet named:

The third card was turned. A baboon stood grinningly astride a young man’s shoulder. The young man’s face was turned up, a grimace of stylized dread and horror on his features. Looking more closely, the gunslinger saw the baboon held a whip.

“The Prisoner,” the man in black said.

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

We’ll learn that Eddie is a “prisoner” of heroin, and the addiction themes surrounding him connect to the other most salient tidbit from the Kingcast for me personally. I have not approached listening to the Kingcast episodes in any particular order; the first episode I selected to listen to was one on Cujo, and I selected that one primarily because of the guest host who had chosen it–Devon Sawa, who triggers flashbacks to my adolescence. (The hosts like to start with the guest’s King “origin story,” and one of the host’s own origin stories is striking similar to my own regarding Cujo.) As Sawa described getting into King’s work, at one point he phrased it that he became “addicted” to reading it.

This is, in no uncertain terms, exactly what’s happened to me. In my addictive compulsion to press ahead, the wheel of ka in my reading of the King canon landing on ’96-’97 as I revisit The Gunslinger feels fitting. 1996 is the year of The Green Mile, Desperation, and The Regulators. The Green Mile is significant as a publication for its experimentation with the serial model, a novel released in six separate parts, hearkening back to when novels were released serially in Victorian England. Desperation and The Regulators are significant as publications for being “mirror” novels: the same characters and concept–an ancient evil entity named “Tak” emerging from imprisonment deep in the Nevada desert to stalk an ensemble cast via occupation of a human host.

Desperation and The Regulators obliquely embody Dark Tower cosmology by taking place in parallel universes, though there didn’t seem to be too many direct overlapping references in what I’ve read of the Dark Tower so far, except:

“He had heard rumor of other lands beyond this, green lands in a place called Mid-World, but it was hard to believe. Out here, green lands seemed like a child’s fantasy.

Tak-tak-tak.

“But the desert was next. And the desert would be hell.

Tak-tak-tak . . .”

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

King’s use of the Nevada desert as embodying the landscape of Hell is echoed in Desperation and also The Stand, which has a more direct Dark Tower tie-in with Randall Flagg appearing near the end of the Dark Tower III, and technically before that since I think it’s hinted by this point he’s actually Marten and, I believe, the “Ageless Stranger” the man in black tells Roland about during their “palaver” that constitutes The Gunslinger‘s climax.

The Green Mile (’96) is the first novel of King’s I read around the time of its release. I ended up rereading this one in the house where I read it in the first place, the house where I grew up. I have written about what my father has done to a room in this house before:

He loved movies, but when my wife had asked what his favorite was, I couldn’t come up with an undisputed victor out of the many that seemed to run on intermittent loops throughout my childhood.

My tentative answer was McClintock! (1963), starring John Wayne. My father had converted my brother’s old bedroom into the “John Wayne Room,” including such accents as light-switch plates bordered with tiny rifles. (If my default present for my mother is the latest Stephen King book, my default for my father was John Wayne paraphernalia.) 

From here.

In this house, my father, now dead almost five years, remodeled my brother’s childhood bedroom as a sort of shrine to Hollywood’s glorification of the American West:

You can see the resemblance between Clint Eastwood’s “man with no name” character and Michael Whelan’s illustration of the gunslinger:

This is also the room where my mother keeps her Stephen King hardbacks that are the reason I started this project in the first place..

I suppose it would have been creepier to have been reading The Regulators in this room, since the premise of that novel is essentially characters from such westerns terrorizing a suburban Ohio neighborhood. In the novel The Regulators, The Regulators is the name of a made-up western movie in the vein of The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly that the ancient evil Tak entity loves so much it invokes it as a model for its own terrorizing. (Commentary on the potential insidious influence of violence-glorifying visual texts?) Somewhat weirdly, an actor in this fictional movie is named “John Payne” as an obvious stand-in for the real actor with the stage name John Wayne, while another actor in this fictional movie is referred to as “Clint Eastwood.” Also weirdly, these “regulators” are explicitly likened to “outlaws” when the basic term itself seems to imply the exact opposite, and a version of such outlaw-regulators also appears in the Dark Tower. (Weirdly in a different vein, when I was still listening to the audiobook of The Regulators, I went to an estate sale for the first time and found a hardback copy of The Regulators on the shelf.)

At any rate, I have not forgotten the face of my father…

…but this particular piece of paraphernalia I gave him explaining the ethos of his pseudo-father’s disdain for explanation found its place in a box rather than displayed on his room’s wall.

Another poster might serve as evidence of my father’s influence on me–one for Led Zeppelin‘s “Stairway to Heaven” in my college dorm room.

I’ll use this as a segue to Get Back to the narrative function of music in The Gunslinger/Dark Tower, in which “forgotten the face of [his] father” functions as a particularly Kingian device, that of a refrain–in a song, that which it always cycles back to. When I’m tweaking on any given King narrative (aka tweaKING), I often will have a phrase from it on a loop in my head, which happens because it’s on a loop in the narrative itself. This particular refrain seems to support/reinforce the patriarchy in a way not so dissimilar from those old westerns that seem to embody the spirit of the principle of Manifest Destiny and that King’s use of might in certain ways purport to critique but probably perpetuates

“Stairway to Heaven” was strongly recalled to me by a Gunslinger passage that seems to sum up the Dark Tower cosmology so succinctly that I included it in the summary, and I’ll repeat it, refrain-like, here:

“Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met in a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a Room?” 

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

There probably isn’t a poster for what was actually my favorite Led Zeppelin song, “The Battle of Evermore,” a song that seems like a Lord of the Rings tribute (or ripoff), though that could be because I listened to it on a loop during the era of Peter Jackson’s LOTR trilogy adaptation back in the early aughts. Peter Jackson also directed the Paradise Lost documentary about the West Memphis Three, and, more recently, the Get Back documentary on The Beatles. It was not long after watching the latter that I started King’s Desperation, which opens with the characters Mary and Peter Jackson driving through the Nevada desert. The menacing cop Collie Entragian jokes about their names in the context of music:

“You’re Peter,” he said.

“Yes, Peter Jackson.” He wet his lips.

The cop shifted his eyes. “And you’re Mary.”

“That’s right.”

“So where’s Paul?” the cop asked, looking at them pleasantly while the rusty leprechaun squeaked and spun on the roof of the bar behind them.

“What?” Peter asked. “I don’t understand.”

“How can you sing ‘Five Hundred Miles’ or ‘Leavin’ on a Jet Plane’ without Paul?” the cop asked, and opened the righthand door. ”

Stephen King. Desperation. 1996.

Since Jackson had not yet made the LOTR trilogy at the time of Desperation‘s publication in ’96, this did not seem like a case of King making some kind of intertextual/dimensional joke, but King took the opportunity to rectify this (and make another adjustment to the original musical-reference joke) when he wrote the teleplay for the adaptation released a decade later:

You’re Peter. You’re Mary. So where’s Paul? I mean, how can you sing “Puff the Magic Dragon” without Paul?

Wait a minute. Peter Jackson. I LOVE Lord of the Rings!

From here.
“I LOVE Lord of the Rings!”

You can see two other Kingverse staples in this shot–the “sam brown belt” on the cop and the chambray shirt on Peter Jackson. The latter makes its cameo in The Gunslinger in subtler reference:

Steven Deschain was dressed in black jeans and a blue work shirt. His cloak, dusty and streaked, torn to the lining in one place, was slung carelessly over his shoulder with no regard for the way it and he clashed with the elegance of the room.

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982. (Emphasis mine.)

This critical Kingverse garment is appropriately enough donned by Roland’s father, which brings us back to the patriarchal father-son relationships that permeate the King canon, making “Hey Jude” a fitting selection as the piece that links the worlds, with its narrative that’s a triangle of father/father-figure-enemy/sons:

The ballad evolved from “Hey Jules”, a song McCartney wrote to comfort John Lennon‘s young son Julian, after Lennon had left his wife for the Japanese artist Yoko Ono

From here.

Were John Lennon not one of the most intensely photographed celebrities of the twentieth century, Julian might well have “forgotten the face of [his] father” who was murdered so long ago in part because of JD Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye, which gets us back to King’s first Bachman novel, Rage. Rage and writers are integral threads in the fabric of the King-canon cosmos, manifest, again, in Desperation‘s protagonist and “literary lion” John Marinville. It might have been Devon Sawa’s insight about addiction to King’s work that opened me up to the insightfulness of another iteration of addiction that I suffer from, the same one that probably facilitated my addiction to King’s work in spite of my awareness of (or because of my awareness of?) its problematic aspects:

He realized that the anger was creeping up on him again, threatening to take him over. Oh shit, of course it was. Anger had always been his primary addiction, not whiskey or coke or ’ludes. Plain old rage.

Stephen King. Desperation. 1996. 

That Peter Jackson elected to title his recent Beatles doc “Get Back” after that particular song of theirs seems to point to the power of music to get us back to a particular time and place–or a particular “world,” the same power King taps into with his use of “Hey Jude.”

“Why am I here?” Jake asked. “Why did I forget everything from before?”

“Because the man in black has drawn you here,” the gunslinger said. “And because of the Tower. The Tower stands at a kind of . . . power-nexus. In time.”

Stephen King. The Gunslinger. 1982.

It’s further testament to the power of visual texts that watching shows like Seinfeld also brings back the face of my father in a way that might iterate such a “power-nexus [i]n time” … and ka-incidece that it’s episode 9.19 that manifests this aspect of Dark Tower cosmology:

Cosmo Kramer in Seinfeld 9.19, “The Maid,” April 30, 1998

-SCR