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463 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 1987
The story resumes exactly where it ended up with The Gunslinger: on a beach. Roland wakes up after a sleep that maybe lasted years, with the only aim of recruiting the Three, without whom the journey to the Dark Tower cannot continue...
I was right to say in my review to the first chapter of the "Dark Tower" that there would be a turning point in subsequent volumes, and that "The Gunslinger" represented a sort of introduction in which nothing was clearly revealed. And in fact, with "The Drawing of the Three", the genius move arrives right on time like a clockwork. Nay, the "eureka" moments, which I don't want to spoiler here, are nunmerous. The scenario changes radically... really radically! Believe me, after just about thirty pages you will have such a boost that you will realize what kind of genius is the author of the book you have in your hands (if you have not yet realized it).
Every time I ask myself the usual question: Stephen... how on earth your writing comes into your head? We are going to see incredible things.
La storia riprende esattamente da dove si era conclusa con L'ultimo cavaliere: su una spiaggia. Il pistolero si sveglia dopo un sonno che forse è durato anni con l'unico scopo di reclutare i tre, senza i quali il viaggio verso la Torre Nera non potrà continuare...
Avevo ragione a sostenere nella mia recensione al primo capitolo della serie "La Torre Nera" che nei volumi successivi ci sarebbe stata una svolta, che "L'Ultimo cavaliere" rappresentava una sorta di introduzione nella quale nulla veniva rivelato apertamente. E difatti con "La Chiamata dei Tre, puntuale come un orologio svizzero, arriva la genialata. Anzi, i lampi di genio, che non sto qui a spoilerare per non rovinare il gusto al lettore, sono molteplici. L'ambientazione cambia radicalmente... ma radicalmente proprio! Credetemi sulla parola se dico che dopo appena una trentina di pagine subirete una tale botta da far maturare in voi la consapevolezza di che razza di genio sia l'autore del libro che avete per le mani (se ancora non ne eravate consapevoli, s'intende).
E niente, ogni volta finisco per farmi la solita domanda: Stephen... come cavolo ti viene in mente quello che scrivi? Ne vedremo delle belle.
The Drawing of ThreeOh and it's endless beach this time..with monstrous crabs.. so much fun, trust me :)
Dad-a-chack? Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dod-a-chock?
“You see this ’Cimi? For every mother who ever cursed God for her child dead in the road, for every father who ever cursed the man who sent him away from the factory with no job, for every child who was ever born to pain and asked why, this is the answer. Our lives are like these things I build. Sometimes they fall down for a reason, sometimes they fall down for no reason at all.”
“It’s up to men to build things, paisan. It’s up to God to blow them down. You agree?”
‘Well,’ Eddie said, ‘what was behind Door Number One wasn’t so hot, and what was behind Door Number Two was even worse, so now, instead of quitting like sane people, we’re going to go right on ahead and check out Door Number Three. The way things have been going, I think it’s likely to be something like Godzilla or Ghidra the Three-Headed Monster, but I’m an optimist. I’m still hoping for the stainless steel cookware.”
“Here is another one ready to die for you, Roland. What great wrong did you ever do that you should inspire such terrible loyalty in so many?”
“He had heard of drug stores getting held up for speed, for Bennies, for half a dozen other things (including Mrs. Rathbun's precious Valium), but he thought this might be the first penicillin robbery in history.”
(Keflex is actually not penicillin, Mr. King, but I’ll let it stand.)
“There are people who need people to need them. The reason you don't understand is because you're not one of those people. You'd use me and then toss me away like a paper bag if that's what it came down to. God fucked you, my friend. You're just smart enough so it would hurt you to do that, and just hard enough so you'd go ahead and do it anyway. You wouldn't be able to help yourself. If I was lying on the beach there and screaming for help, you'd walk over me if I was between you and your goddam Tower. Isn't that pretty close to the truth?”
“If you have given up your heart for the Tower, Roland, you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast.”