The legacy of Stephen King in real life has been just as curious as that on the page. As one of the most successful authors of the late-20th century, he's formed a memorable personality. He's been candid about his work and the adaptations of his work that he dislikes (I'm looking at you, The Shining) to the point that it's all part of the lore. Along with this news, it makes sense then why "The Dark Tower: Song of Susannah" has an ominous quality over it. The lengthy magnum opus spanning over 30 years has existed largely in the realm of fantasy until the infamous car crash that almost took from him his life and chance to complete his text. While this is the second written since that fateful day, it's the first that feels truly rooted in a self-conscious need to complete his vision, which just so happens to literally include him. It's a messy book that feels more like a set-up than a fulfilling entry, and it doesn't bode well for what's left in his story. This is the point where The Dark Tower begins to quiver and separate audiences. It's a divisive decision, but a bold and fascinating one nonetheless.
