Book #213 of 2019:
The Eyes of the Dragon by Stephen King
Given a recent string of underwhelming titles, I decided to revisit this old favorite of mine. It was the first Stephen King book that I ever read, and it got me hooked on the author at a stage when I didn’t feel brave or interested enough yet to try his better-known horror stories. Indeed, King had always been synonymous with that dauntingly adult genre to me, so I was amazed when I checked out this book at my uncle’s urging and found it was more similar to the classic works of fantasy adventure that I had loved growing up.
I think a lot of that comes down to the tone of the writing, which is as warm and conversational as Tolkien in The Hobbit or Lewis in The Chronicles of Narnia, with lots of “I’ve heard tell…” and “You may think…” authorial asides. And even though I want to be critical about the generic medieval setting, it reads enough like a fairy tale that my usual criteria for worldbuilding are somewhat relaxed, and King does offer plenty of intriguing references that help the realm feel more expansive than we actually get to see.
There are also links to some of his other fiction like The Stand, The Talisman, and especially The Dark Tower, and although none of those are necessary for a reader to pick up on in order to enjoy this novel, they further deepen the narrative and reward a diligent fan. But even taken on its own, this is an exciting yarn of princes, friendship, treachery, and magic. It was great as an introduction to the writer when I was younger, and just as fabulous to reencounter now.
[Content warning for some minor bawdiness and an early reference to male genitalia. It’s honestly light enough that I wouldn’t even mention it, save that it does seem at odds with the general child-friendly vibe of the text.]
★★★★★
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