le 1 mars 2005
I'm not much of a Stephen King fan, but thought this sounded interesting. I'm glad I read it, for there is a weird, almost poetic feel of disjunction pervading the story and, more importantly, the damaged, obsessive psyche of the Gunslinger - a feeling that is often striven for but rarely achieved, and which plays on the reader's necessarily mixed reactions to the hero - on the one hand a man capable of warmth and caring; on the other, a curious mix of passivity and extreme violence. King's writing in this novel is sparse, like the landscape through which the Gunslinger travels, and reflecting the emptiness at the core of the protagonist. It's skilfully done. And it's perhaps a very perceptive and modern take on the quest genre: a hero who neither knows what exactly he is seeking, nor why he is seeking it, but nonetheless is impelled to continue.