
face to face with a young wheelchair-bound civil-rights activist named Odetta
Holmes. The woman hidden inside Odetta is the crafty and hate-filled Detta
Walker. When this double woman is pulled into Roland's world, the results are
volatile for Eddie and the rapidly sickening gunslinger. Odetta believes that
what's happening to her is either a dream or a delusion; Detta, a much more
brutally direct intellect, simply dedicates herself to the task of killing
Roland and Eddie whom she sees as torturing white devils.
Jack Mort, a serial killer hiding behind the third door (the New York of the
mid-1970s), is Death. Mort has twice caused great changes in the life of Odetta
Holmes/Detta Walker, although neither of them knows it. Mort, whose modus
operandi is to either push his victims or drop some-thing on them from above,
has done both to Odetta during the course of his mad (but oh so careful) career.
When Odetta was a child, he dropped a brick on her head, sending the little girl
into a coma and also occasioning the birth of Detta Walker, Odetta's hidden
sister. Years later, in 1959, Mort encounters Odetta again and pushes her into
the path of an oncoming subway train in Greenwich Village. Odetta survives Mort
again, but at a price: the oncoming train severed both legs at the knee. Only
the presence of a heroic young doctor (and, perhaps, the ugly but indomitable
spirit of Detta Walker) saves her life ... or so it would seem. To Roland's eye,
these interrelationships suggest a power greater than mere coincidence; he
believes the titanic forces, which surround the Dark Tower, have begun to gather
once again.
Roland learns that Mort may stand at the heart of another mystery as well, one
which is also a potentially mind-destroying paradox. For the victim Mort is
stalking at the time the gunslinger steps into his life is none other than Jake,
the boy Roland met at the way station and lost under the mountains. Roland has
never had any cause to doubt Jake's story of how he died in our world, or any
cause to question who Jake's murderer was—Walter, of course. Jake saw him
dressed as a priest as the crowd gathered around the spot where he lay dying,
and Roland has never doubted the description.
Nor does he doubt it now; Walter was there, oh yes, no doubt about that. But
suppose it was Jack Mort, not Walter, who pushed Jake into the path of the
oncoming Cadillac? Is such a thing possible? Roland can't say, not for sure, but
if that is the case, where is Jake now? Dead? Alive?
Caught somewhere in time? And if Jake Chambers is still alive and well in his
own world of Manhattan in the mid-1970s, how is it that Roland still remembers
him?
Despite this confusing and possibly dangerous development, the test of the
doors—and the drawing of the three—ends in success for Roland. Eddie Dean
accepts his place in Roland's world because he has fallen in love with The Lady
of the Shadows. Detta Walker and Odetta Holmes, the other two of Roland's three,
are driven together into one personality combining elements of both Detta and
Odetta when the gunslinger is finally able to force the two personalities to
acknowledge each other. This hybrid is able to accept and return Eddie's love.
Odetta Susannah Holmes and Detta Susannah Walker thus become a new woman, a
third woman: Susannah Dean.
Jack Mort dies beneath the wheels of the same subway—that fabled A-train—which
took Odetta's legs fifteen or sixteen years before. No great loss there.
And for the first time in untold years, Roland of Gilead is no longer alone in
his quest for the Dark Tower. Cuthbert and Alain, his lost companions of yore,
have been replaced by Eddie and Susannah . . . but the gunslinger has a way of
being bad medicine for his friends. Very bad medicine, indeed.
The Waste Lands takes up the story of these three pilgrims on the face of
Mid-World some months after the confrontation by the final door on the beach.
They have moved some fair way inland. The period of rest is ending, and a period
of learning has begun. Susannah is learning to shoot . . . Eddie is learning to
carve . . . and the gunslinger is learning how it feels to lose one's mind, a
piece at a time.
(One further note: My New York readers will know that I have taken certain
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