More on The Dark Tower film: Where are we anywhen?

This is an update on my September 2016 post about the highly anticipated film based on Stephen King’s series The Dark Tower. The movie was originally due out this month. However, according to the latest Simon & Schuster newsletter, the film is now slated to open in U.S. theaters on July 28, 2017. It stars Idris Elba as The Gunslinger and Matthew McConaughey as his nemesis, The Man in Black. 

Since Simon & Schuster is Stephen King’s publisher, they are releasing a companion book for the movie on June 13, 2017. It is called The Dark Tower: The Art of the Film by Daniel Wallace and is currently available for pre-order on the publisher’s website,, for $40.00. I just checked, and it is also available for pre-order on Amazon at the same price, and eligible for Prime.  

As you might well guess, Simon & Schuster is more excited than a 6-year-old on Christmas Eve about this film and exhorts everyone to buy The Gunslinger today and get reading, because the movie is based upon the first book. However, if you google The Dark Tower film, you will find other opinions about the script. Stephen King did not write the screenplay, but he is a producer. I suggest following him on Twitter to get the scoop. He’s in a position to get what he wants, so if he doesn’t know what’s going on, who does? Apparently this is no ordinary adaptation, and I gather that fans familiar with the whole series will appreciate the movie most.

If you do at least want to read The Gunslinger, my advice is to buy the latest edition (2003 copyright). The paperback cover is goldish brown with a picture of the gunslinger in a long riding coat, and “SOON TO BE A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE” at the bottom. This edition features an enjoyable Introduction by Stephen King entitled On Being Nineteen (and a Few Other Things). He also wrote the Foreword, in which he explains why he revised certain parts of the series. Fortunately, he left the first sentence intact. It is generally regarded as one of the top most intriguing openers to any novel in English: 

“The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed.” I recommend trailing after him and his “ka-tet” as they are summoned individually by the gunslinger Roland from their ordinary 20th century American lives, each one living 20 years apart from the others: Eddie, Susannah, and my favorite, Jake, the 11-year-old. We’re not in Kansas anymore! Actually, we’re in Oklahoma…aren’t we?…are we?…where are we really?…anyhow?…anywhen?  





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I never used to care one whit for Lewis Carroll’s classic story Alice in Wonderland. My father bought us a nice hardback copy of it through the mail when I was 8 or 9 years old–I think it even had a slipcase–and placed it cheerfully on the bookshelf in the living room, where it sat woeful and forlorn, pleading with me to pick it up every time I walked by. Feeling an obligation to my dad to pay attention to poor Alice, I did try to get into her story several times, but found it was just not my cup of tea…The Mad Hatter’s Tea Party notwithstanding, ha-ha! (sorry :P)   

Well, a few weeks ago, while going through DVD’s and hoping to find something I could live without, so as to donate it to a good cause and make room for something new, I stumbled upon the little gem above, which I couldn’t even recall bringing into the house, let alone watching. I hate to admit now that after reading the case, I almost didn’t bother with it at all.

For one thing, the colored cover is deceiving, as it gives the impression that it’s an animated movie in color–it is neither. This is a version of Alice I had never heard of, filmed in black and white and released in 1933. Also, I was put off by the boastful quotation in my title above, which I’m not sure is true. You can judge for yourself.

That said, I could hardly believe the list of cast members. The early 30’s news that Alice in Wonderland was to be made into a film must have been the equivalent of the modern optioning of the Harry Potter series–from the most famous screen names down to the least known actor with walk-on experience, literally everybody in Hollywood back in the day must have wanted to be in this movie.

Here are some of the classic actors whose names I recognized–they are pretty much unrecognizable in the film, but all are sensationally funny: Richard Arlen is the Cheshire Cat; Gary Cooper is the White Knight; W.C. Fields is Humpty Dumpty; Cary Grant is the Mock Turtle; Edward Everett Horton is The Mad Hatter, and Sterling Holloway is the Frog. Edna May Oliver is easy to spot, as is Baby Leroy. Alice herself is played by Charlotte Henry, and she gives a flawless performance, perhaps because she was not a young girl, but in her late teens when the movie was made.

After a short time, I found myself surrendering to the film’s enchanted spell. At last I was able to leave my negative Alice opinions and childish fears of separation behind and just enjoy the story’s many fantastical, often sophisticated charms. The wordplay between the characters and Alice is a hoot, and throughout all the unexpected turns of event, Alice manages to revel in her adventures without veering far from the demands of her conscience and mannerly upbringing.

This is one endlessly patient girl, kind and polite to every human and animal she meets–which is no mean trick, since a ruder, more boorish parade of hapless, skittish creatures Alice has never met–nor have I. Without fail, though, she shows herself to be an open-hearted girl with a lively and intelligent mind. She’s a role model for how to deal with strangers in distress and continually responds to their bullying without once losing her cool. You may just find her methods helpful in coping with cranky phone salespeople; cashiers on their last nerve; mall meanies; and the occasional human wheelbarrow–one brick short–that you may find blocking your path in the parking lot of life. However, don’t follow Alice’s lead in drinking whatever liquid a stranger suggests–bad idea. 

I know little about movie making, but I found the old special effects fun and the costumes and makeup weirdly creepy. Lewis Carroll–a bit of a creepy weirdo himself–would have approved of them, I’m sure, as well as the fabulously twisted linguistic banter. So if you happen to find this movie somewhere on DVD, Netflix, streaming or wherever, I say give it a shot. It’s just an hour and 17 minutes in length and trips right along as if everybody’s been hatchet-warned by the Queen of Hearts not to be boring. Also, though she doesn’t go into Wonderland, there is a real Cheshire-looking cat living in Alice’s house.


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Coming in February 2017…


I have never been on the cutting edge of anything. No matter what the style, fashion, or trend, by the time I caught on, it was warmed-over. “The world had moved on,” as Roland Deschain of Gilead is fond of saying.

So I did not pick up this book, or any other Stephen King novel, until long after he had become the beloved and lauded, buffeted and bandied-about, decried and criticized, envied and imitated Master of Modern Literature. So you probably read, or maybe just heard about, The Gunslinger long before I did. And you and the world have moved on to something else. Well, go back.

This introduction to the apocalyptic story, stretching over 7 books, of a brooding, knightly protagonist on a seeker’s journey to The Dark Tower, for a purpose that is foggy at best, will never grow stale. In fact, in light of daily worries about global terrorism and new discoveries about the nature of our universe, its unsettling undercurrents are fresher today than they were when it was first published in the 1980s. So if you haven’t read it, get on it. And if you read it long ago, before moving on with the world, read it again–the movie is coming in February.

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Stones of the Heart

Pope Francis has a loving spirit and a poetic heart. He’s not a poet in the traditional sense, as Shakespeare was. He doesn’t sit back and observe, then delight or sober us with fresh, new language that brings to life characters whose traits remind us of ourselves, or of people we’ve met in our own lives. No, he’s a different kind of poet.


  Pope Francis

He gets around, he sees wrongs, he understands that time is short, both his and ours. Therefore, he sings a new song he hopes will get in our heads and drive us to see what he sees before time runs out on us all. He’s pushy that way. In this world where hate and violence have become commonplace, Pope Francis rarely says things we’ve heard before, like “Love your neighbor” or “Turn the other cheek.”  He realizes we need something more to work with here. “Well, what can I do, right here and now?” He knows we want to know.

So he picks us up where we are and places us in a metaphor. He joins it with what we’ve seen on TV, on YouTube, on Facebook, or wherever we go for news of the human condition. Then, like the poet he is, he turns it so we see ourselves in its reflection, as in this lovely caveat: If our heart is closed, if our heart is made of stone, then the stones will end up in our hands and, then, we will be ready to throw them at someone.

He’s gently telling us to soften up, or we may become what we say we hate. And here’s a definition of love that says what it does today: Love dispels ideologies.

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Feeling woozy? Have some cucumber!

That weird, sort of pre-woozy feeling you sometimes get after a dry spell out in the heat is often the beginning of dehydration, so take along a little plastic container of crunchy sliced cucumber to eat with your plain old bottle of water. What’s that? You don’t like cucumber? I hear you–not crazy about it myself. However, this lowly veggie tops the list of water champions among fruits and vegetables in the article “Eat Your H2O”, from the healthy foods newsletter, Strive.  If you find it hard to get your kids to drink water, this may interest you:

  • Cucumbers are 97% water
  • Celery, zucchini, and tomato are all 95% water
  • Spinach, strawberries, and watermelon? 91% water
  • Cantaloupe is 90% water
  • And the Apple? This favorite American fruit is 86% water

High water content is also why these sweeties leave you feeling pleasantly full. Fruit is sticky because of its sugar content, and if you’re concerned about this, here’s my doctor’s quick no-numbers rule of thumb about the sugar in common fresh fruits:

  • Berries are lowest on the sugar scale, but go easy on the blueberries.
  • Tree fruits like apples, peaches, and cherries are medium.
  • Oranges and tropical fruits are higher yet, but grapes are sugar content champions.

So drink  and EAT lots of water to have a safe and happy summer. And as for fruit sugar?  You can go by my mom’s old maxim: “Everything in moderation.”

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Our New World

Growing up, as we’ve all heard, is hard to do. During these recent mournful weeks, TV, radio and online commentators, candidates hoping for high public office, and just ordinary people on the street have expressed opinions about what is wrong with our country. Then they either go on to tell us, usually angrily, how we can fix things, or they just look sad and say they don’t know how. Our problem is that humanity has been slowly growing up together since the beginning, and right now we’re in a particularly difficult, adolescent period.

Adolescents often have trouble adjusting to the idea of growing up, and humans around the world seem to be having teenage temper tantrums. They want things nice and comfortable–like they used to be–so they pout and kick and scream and rant. Why can’t we go back there, where men were men, and women knew their place, and there was no such thing as LGBT? Where lines were drawn in the sand, and our army gave us a sense of safety? Where people stayed in their own countries? Where we had no responsibility except to protect ourselves and our families from change?

However, we cannot go back to the way things were, any more than we can go back to being children. The world is on the move, shifting its weight and looking for new human balance. People are leaving home and arriving at new shores with religions and languages and cultural practices that the citizens already there do not understand. Like adolescents, our task is to adapt and grow and expand our vision. Somehow, we must find a way to stop colliding and mold ourselves together into a new world community.

It won’t be easy, but we cannot elude adulthood. We cannot hide from the need to ask each other what our beliefs, desires, and feelings are; to meet each other as fellow humans, and to share the work of preserving what we love about our lives as we grow together into new world roles. Certainty and selfishness are the wishes of children; fury, name-calling, and striking back are the growth pains of adolescents. We need mutual respect, shared responsibility, and peaceful co-existence to live together as truly human adults in our new world. We all have hearts; we just need to open them to each other.


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A Language of Joy

The other day I had lunch with a retired friend I hadn’t seen for a long time. Apparently, last year about this time she decided out of the blue that she wanted to learn Spanish. Now, I’ve always heard that the best time to learn languages is infancy and early childhood. After that, the brain appears to get disgusted with the process and tries to throw a sort of Wet Blanket over the whole venture–as if it just can’t be bothered anymore. When she reported that after a year she hasn’t learned a lot of Spanish, I just smiled (a little smugly, I’m not happy to admit).

Then she told me about her method. She said she thought about it for a long time before setting it in motion, because it entailed stepping out of her comfort zone–something she wasn’t crazy about doing in her mid-70s. But her only real chance at this late date, she figured, was to go where she could hear Spanish spoken by native speakers. That’s Mexico, of course, but she just wanted to STEP out of her comfort zone, not do a GIANT LEAP off of it.

So she started out by going to Mass at a Spanish-speaking Catholic church–IN ENGLISH, though. After all, she didn’t want her head to explode. And it didn’t. However, she said she realized by the end of the English Mass that Spanish isn’t just a language. There’s a whole culture with it, even if the priest speaks entirely in English. So she had a new culture to learn, too. One wasn’t going to make sense without the other.

“You mean like food and music?” I asked her. But she couldn’t quite explain. She just knew she had to go to Mass in Spanish, which was kind of a scary prospect for her. But what could happen? Just embarrassment of the kind kids must feel when they go to a brand new school, she figured. And they get over it by going back day after day.

“So,” she said, “I just went back week after week. And in the past year, a whole new world has been opened to me. And I’ve learned that Spanish isn’t the main thing about learning Spanish. Even though that’s what I set out to do, it turned out not to be the main thing I’ve learned.” I still don’t quite get what she means, really–do you?

But I sense something about what she said. Maybe it’s a new kind of joy, expressed in a language you don’t have to be a kid to learn. Maybe we’re never too old to be unafraid; to go somewhere new; and give it a chance; and after that, another. And maybe one day a whole new world will open to us, too, as it did to my friend. Maybe it will come tiptoeing up behind us, speaking a language of joy we never knew was waiting there. We were so busy looking for the thing we came to get. And then we’ll notice…and understand…a little.

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