The Wind Through the Keyhole
by Stephen King
The Dark Tower series #4.5
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My Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
First Published: April 24th, 2012
Read from: July 1 – 7, 2019
A Storyteller’s Tale
It’s been a LONG time since I’ve read any Stephen King. Not sure why, as I’ve always loved his work. I read the Dark Tower series several years ago, and enjoyed it for the most part. With the books of the series ranging from 3 to 4 stars of 5 and at least one a definite 5. Anyway, for whatever reason I have managed to pick up other authors’ works instead of King over the last few years, and somehow never managed to read this story added after The Dark Tower series was concluded. I’m glad I finally picked it up and read it, as it is one of the best tales by an author who is undeniably one of the best story-tellers of our day.
“A person’s never too old for stories, Bill. Man and boy, girl and woman, never too old. We live for them.”
This is a storyteller’s tale. I don’t know how else to describe it. What’s more, it’s a story within a story within… Well, you get the idea. Like looking into a mirror with a mirror behind you, seeing things stretch out behind and in front of you in a way that transforms your universe. You begin to see hints of things you missed in what has passed, and hints of what may yet come to be.
It was hard to put down, and for the most part I’d give it a solid 4 out of 5 stars. At the VERY end though, (and it’s even echoed in the very short Afterword,) something transformed it for me into a perfect 5 out of 5. I won’t give it away. It was completely personal for me and so may not have the same power for others with a different path, a different Ka.
And really, it is that ability that is the sign of the best stories and storytellers: That the tale can transform and mean something entirely different, but no less powerful, to its Reader. That it rings true enough that it speaks to the inner selves of those who read it. That a chord is struck that echoes, setting up harmonics in another person’s mind or soul and can transform as if by magic, not only the story but its Reader in ways the author may not have consciously intended, or have succeeded in achieving had he intentionally tried to communicate it expressly in words as opposed to molding the necessary conditions for the Reader to come to it on his own if the conditions are just right. For me they were, and it tore through me like a storm, a starkblast even.
In short, I simply LOVE this story, and give it my highest recommendation.