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Title: Shooter
Writer: Stephen King
Year: 1982
Publisher: AST
Age limit: 16+
Volume: 260 pages.
Genres: Foreign fantasy

About the book "The Marksman" by Stephen King

Stephen King's Dark Tower series of books is one of the most read today. This amazing story about the shooter Rolland, who wanders around the world in search of the very Dark Tower that personifies the Axis of the Worlds. On the way he meets different heroes, while he himself is pursuing a powerful magician, who must lead our hero to the main goal.

The book "The Marksman" by Stephen King is the first part of the series. The author is a master of horror, which he skillfully demonstrates here. Also, when you start reading the work, you will notice such genres as fantasy, mystery, western, Science fiction. The writer worked on this book for about 10 years, which is why the work turned out to be so colorful and unusual.

The plot of the book is captivating from the first lines. Main character walks through the desert, chasing a certain person in dark clothes. Along the way, he finds a boy who miraculously ended up in this place. And he himself is from a world that is very similar to our modern one. At the same time, the boy there, in his old world, died after being hit by a car. The shooter decides to take him with him. And together they follow the man in black clothes.

The book "The Shooter" by Stephen King is full of not only mystical moments, but also philosophical ones. So, at the end the hero of the novel will have to make a very serious choice, which will affect not only his later life, but also the lives of those who are nearby. What will he choose? You will find out when you read this amazing, but sometimes difficult work.

Also here the secret of the main character’s past will be revealed. It turns out that he ended up in one town, where he saw the same man in black when he resurrected a drug addict who had died from a local drug. Rolland goes to various lengths to find out at least some information about a person who has such incredible power. But all this leads to a chain of unexpected moments, and the main character commits a terrible crime. In addition, he tells the boy about his childhood and his parents. It is always interesting to get to know the hero better in order to understand his further actions and words.

This book will appeal to all fans of Stephen King. This amazing person with no less amazing imagination, he created a novel that has everything - mystical adventures, mysterious personalities, difficult life decisions, philosophical reflections and, most importantly, a mystery that you have to solve together with the main character.

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Added 05/12/2017

Genre: Foreign ancient literature

Year of publication: 2012

Series: The Dark Tower

Rating: 7.6

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Young Roland is the last noble knight in a world that has “moved from its place.” At all costs he needs to find the Dark Tower - the center of Power, Foundation stone of the universe. Someday he will find this tower, but for now he faces a long and dangerous path - a path through a world ruled by black magic, through a world from which doors sometimes open to our reality...

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A normal start to a long story. The first part is a little straightforward, but the GG type captivates with its simplicity and realism.

2ochepyatkin
As they say - taste and color. But personally, I like the first part of this one the most. wonderful History. In the other books there is more professionalism, more King the writer and less King the Shooter.
The first book is like a broken string. It contains everything at the same time - rage, hopelessness, despair and delight. In the others all this is present, but in to a lesser extent. Not so bright.
And yet the whole series is simply excellent.

2 Antc
For many years, Moscow, in addition to real benefits, has overlaid the Baltics with such powerful propaganda that a science fiction book with a circulation of 5 thousand copies and 8 thousand downloads from the fanzine could not have dreamed of.
In terms of audience coverage, this book is about the same as an article in some run-of-the-mill regional newspaper about how two drunken combine operators, a Ukrainian and a Russian, got into a fight (choose the winner yourself:). Read it and forget it. No global conclusions.
P.S. Confused – good word. But to whom exactly does it apply? That is the question:)

Horcho, I read the Shooter Rules on the wave. It will work once and maybe a second time.

Ochepyatkin

Strelok is an excellent book, as is almost everything from the author. 9.5

I don’t even know what to say. On the one hand, it is very unusual and interesting. On the other hand, the unusual nature of the narrative is at times slightly intimidating. In general, for starters, 7. And then we’ll see. Still, I’m closer to King’s horror films.

I read the entire series, and I want to say: take your time, read it! "The Dark Tower" truly deserves it!
rating 10/10 - Super!!

Kammala-kam-kam

Stelock sparked interest in the Dark Tower series. Then, unfortunately, interest gradually faded away.

It's a great book, it's a pity it's not reprinted - King writes the plot deeper and more clearly from the very first pages.
I wonder if there is a re-released version in Russian?

I liked it. I’ll probably re-read it. I just don’t understand why King is the king of horrors: for anyone who is scared by this book, it’s time to fix their head

My favorite........The whole series.........

I read it a long time ago. At first I didn't like it. Some time passed, they offered another book by King, it was due, and I liked it. I recently re-read the shooter, COOL!!

Ovcharov Vitaly

Oh this King. I don’t even know how to relate to him. He has wonderful pieces, and then there is such crap... When he writes about people with all their relationships, it’s interesting, but when big-eyed monsters begin to crawl out of the cracks, it becomes not scary, but funny. Some kind of comic. In general, I read it like this: I re-read some things twice, and skim some things sideways. Shooter in this regard is a very King thing, quite chaotic, poorly baked, but in places very good!

About the origins of King's gloom.

It was 1959. Young Stephen was sitting in one of the small American cinemas and watching a certain film about aliens. It wasn't particularly interesting. Everything is as usual - they arrived, they defeated the army, they are eating civilians... Suddenly... the film stopped, the owner of the cinema came out to the audience and said in a trembling voice: “The Russians launched an artificial satellite of the Earth with the name “SPUTNIK”!” As if an electric current had struck auditorium. Stephen was overcome with fear. He could neither move nor breathe. King himself said much later that he would not have experienced such horror even if movie aliens had suddenly jumped out of the screen.
This is how the future King of Horror came to know this very Horror.

So, “my dear children,” if you want to get really scared, imagine yourself as Americans and read Maxim Kalashnikov! ;-)

Shooter is the best part of all the parts I have read
I just read Suzana's song
despite the fact that it was published in 78 - the coolest of all books
although I don’t like King - gloomy and boring

It’s a gloomy work and, frankly speaking, it’s quite difficult to perceive, like all the author’s books, a little boring. Still King American writer and writes for Americans. This time. Secondly, who said that his works are imbued with sparkling fun. But nevertheless, Strelok deserves the highest rating. And to put it on you need to read the series to the end.

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Travel notes on the Dark Tower route. Second stop.
While Roland was extracting his companions from our world for their further journey, this is what King (who is probably sitting in this very Tower and looking through a glass ball as we squirm here under the hot sun of a world that has moved) extracted from me.
Below is a description of what was extracted:
- ruined manicure (strange, I never bit my nails before)
- lighter (used too often)
- the delight of visiting a cabinet of curiosities with vile characters (blah, of course, but wildly interesting)
- a slight sense of personal greatness (increases as the route progresses)
- unanimity with a friend (did you finish reading? Yesterday I sat until three in the morning. How did he deal with those policemen, huh? Handsome!)
- reading with a flashlight (this is when everyone is already asleep, and you are lying like this in bed, turned to the wall and reading from your phone)
- if I see crab meat in a store, I now only call it “did-a-chick” to myself
- parting words to those walking behind - don’t stop, the most interesting things are yet to come
- change of plans (I thought you wanted to watch a movie? I changed my mind. Are you going to bed? No.)
- daily praised all the literary gods and muses that the cycle was over - nausea (a common occurrence when reading King)
- working while listening to an audiobook, I completed my weekly plan in a day
- about 16 hours of my free time
- I tempt and persuade my friends to become tower worshipers (to do this, you need to put on a mysterious look and say with a dreamily absent look - but I’m reading King right now...)
- hentai blush (Detta rocked it) How does King affect you?

Twice I set foot on the parched lands of this desert. I was eighteen the first time this happened. How stupid and deaf I was. All that remains in my memory is the desert and a feeling of boredom. Roland chased the man in black, and I trailed behind him and languished. Now I can’t believe it myself. A weak excuse for me is that King himself admits that the Strelok must be overcome. (The Gunslinger even sounds completely different from the other books - frankly, it's hard to read. I've apologized to readers for this too often and told them that if they stuck through the first volume, they'll see what's already in Drawing Three history finds its true voice (c) S. King) And I remember it precisely as overcoming. The generous maestro even edited it to make entering the Tower universe more comfortable. Now, for me, it’s already good, but it was... it was... Then the cycle was not yet finished and I stalled somewhere around “The Sorcerer and the Crystal.” I was going to continue for three years. And then I was going to re-read it for 10 years. Years passed, I again began my path to the Dark Tower, which took the maestro thirty years to create. I have to see this. Roland remained the same, but I became different. I walk beside him again in his eternal pursuit of the man in black. And even though I understand that I’ve been here before, everything is new to me. This world, although it has moved, is full of events, passions, secrets. How could I not notice this the first time? It was only the sand of these lands that filled my eyes and ears. It is full of hints and crossroads. Everything here is interesting, everything is exciting. I eagerly stared around, taking in the surroundings - a mixture of Mad Max, the Wild West and technological progress. The machine civilization died here long ago, but its rusty remains often came across our path. This world is somewhat similar to ours, but much for Roland would be a revelation and a fable. At night halts around the fire, I listened to the story of his life. Sketchy, but still allowed us to understand something about him. The first time here I was bored and waited for the road to end. Now I didn’t notice our path. It was short, but that's how it should be. After all, this was the path only to the threshold from which the Great Path to the Tower would begin. Roland, I'm with you! And now to the end.

Sometimes it seems that smallest representation he himself has an idea of ​​the scale of Stephen King's talent. There is no other way to explain the fact that the beginning of one of the greatest fantasy series in history first grew moldy in a box for many years, then came out in a very limited edition, and if the name ARROW had not flashed in King’s official bibliography, causing an indignant roar from fans who did not want to miss a single one thing by a favorite author, we would never have learned anything about Ka-Tet, Roland of Gilead, Eddie Dean, Suzanne - the Lady of Shadows, Jake, Oy... We would not have learned about the incomprehensible Dark Tower that rises in the center of the worlds, holding them in balance, about the Scarlet King, who dreams of bringing it down... and about very, very many other things. And it all started with the fact that one to a young writer I wanted to play Tolkien, creating my own fantasy epic. At the same time, I wanted to play with the style, building the narrative backwards. The second idea was a success, but the first one was not so much, and the story (think about it, just literary game!) lay down "on the table" until better times. But this, apparently, is the peculiarity of the Middle World created by the author: once you look there, you will forever hear his call. The book was created painfully slowly, in parts, but in the end it comes out in its entirety. Many may find this novel very strange: instead of the aesthetics of medieval legends that are already familiar to fantasy, there is the harsh surroundings of Sergio Leone’s Wild Shoot-From-the-Hip West, a world stuck between modernity and feudalism, allusions from the Bible to the stories of Robert Howard with his lone hero, only the motives and motives of this are not entirely clear, in contrast to the simple and clear motives of Howard's heroes; a world where the remnants of magic coexist with the remnants of technology. And all this does not turn into a jumble - the plot is structured, the images are lively, bright, perhaps thanks to the language - laconic and dry, like the very desert through which the initially nameless Strelok walks, goes to some distant and unclear goal... From of all the books in the STRELOC series - the most "author's" and the most personal. The novel is permeated with philosophy, not too dynamic, rather contemplative. He is ruthless and harsh, like his hero, and at the same time also impetuous, and also does not allow a single unnecessary movement, not a single unnecessary phrase. But, like the hero, he is not alien to both feelings and emotions. Unlike all subsequent parts, this book is dedicated to Roland of Gilead - and no one else. This is the beginning of his long, difficult journey, as well as yours, if you agree to become his companion. Think about it, the journey will not be easy and long, and the Man in Black is only the first step. So, the Man in Black went into the desert, and the Shooter followed. And thousands of Regular Readers, having thought, followed him.

Stephen King

Ed Ferman, who watched these chapters one after another at his own peril.

INTRODUCTION:

About what happens when you're nineteen (and not only that)

When I was nineteen ( significant number for the story you are about to read), hobbits were everywhere.

There were probably half a dozen Merrys and Pippins and twice as many Frodos wandering through the mud at Max Yasgur's farm at the Great Woodstock Festival, and there were countless hippie Gandalfs. At the time, The Lord of the Rings by J.P.P. Tolkien was wildly popular, and although I never made it to Woodstock (unfortunately), I was still, if not a real hippie, then a half-breed hippie. In any case, this half was enough for me to read these books too and to fall in love with them - books like The Dark Tower, which, like most of the long fantasy tales written by people of my generation (The Chronicles of Thomas Covinant by Steve Donaldson and The Sword of Shanara" by Terry Brooks, to name just a few), came from The Lord of the Rings.

But although I read Sovereign in 1966 and 1967, I still refrained from writing it myself. I was immediately inspired (candidly and sincerely) by the scope of Tolkien's imagination - by the ambitious plans of his book - but I wanted to write my own, and if I had started writing then, I would have written not my story, but his. And that, as the late Artful Dick Nixon liked to say, would be completely wrong. Thanks to Mr. Tolkien, the twentieth century received its necessary dose of magicians and elves.

In 1967, I still had no idea what my story should be, but it didn’t really matter; I was sure that I would recognize her immediately if I met her on the street. I was nineteen. I was a very confident young man. Self-confident enough not to rock the boat and calmly wait for his muse and his masterpiece (and I was sure that it would be a masterpiece). When you're nineteen, you have the right to be self-confident: you have a lot of time ahead of you, and you don't have to be afraid that you won't have enough. Time is a tricky thing. It takes away both hair and jumping ability, as it is sung in one popular song country; however, in reality it takes much more. I didn't know this in 1966 and 1967, but even if I had, I wouldn't have cared. I could still imagine - albeit vaguely - that someday I would be forty. But fifty? No. Sixty? Never! Sixty was completely unthinkable. When you're nineteen, that's what always happens. When you're nineteen, you say: "Look, everyone, I drink dynamite and smoke TNT, so you better get out of my way if you value your life - here comes Steve."

Nineteen is a selfish age, when a person thinks only about himself, and nothing else worries him. I had big aspirations and that excited me. I had big ambitions and that excited me. I had typewriter, which I transported from one shabby rented apartment to another, and I always had a pack of cigarettes in my pocket and a smile on my face. The compromises of middle age seemed so far away, and the infirmities of the elderly seemed completely prohibitive. Like the hero of this Bob Seger song, which is now played in stores so that people buy all kinds of rubbish, I was full of inexhaustible strength and inexhaustible optimism; My pockets were empty, but my head was full of thoughts that I couldn’t wait to tell the world, and my heart was full of stories that I wanted to tell. Now this sounds naive; but then it was wonderful and amazing. I thought I was very cool. Most of all, I wanted to break through the readers' defenses: gut them, rape them and change them forever - with just the power of words. And I felt that I could do it; that this is what I was meant for.

And what does that sound like? Very smug or not so smug? But in any case, I’m not going to make excuses. I was nineteen. And there was not a single gray strand in my beard - not a single hair. I had three pairs of jeans, one pair of boots, and I was sure that there were many different possibilities in the world and that I would definitely succeed - and nothing that happened over the next twenty years convinced me that I was not right And then, when I turned thirty-nine, it all started: drinking, drugs, an accident, because of which my gait was forever changed (among other things). I've already written a lot about this, so I won't go into detail. And why? You know everything yourself, right? This has probably happened to you too. Life periodically sends us angry patrolmen to prevent us from getting too fast and showing us who’s boss. I am sure you have met (or will meet) them; I have already met mine, and I know that he will return. He has my address. He is an angry guy, a bad cop, a sworn enemy of all kinds of tomfoolery, harmless carelessness, ambition, pride, loud music, everything that is so important when you are nineteen.

But I still think it's very good age. Maybe the best. You can party all night long, but when the music stops and the beer runs dry, you're still able to think. And dream on a grand scale. In the end, the evil patrolman will still pinch your tail and will not let you turn around, and if you start small, then when he is finished with you, there will be no wet spot left from you. “So, there’s another one!” - he will say and move on, checking the list in his notebook. So a little overconfidence (or even a lot of overconfidence) isn't such a bad thing, even though your mom must have always said otherwise. Mine did. “Pride, it doesn’t lead to good, Steven,” she said... and suddenly it turned out - at the age somewhere around 19x2 - that mom was right, and pride doesn’t lead to good. Even if they don’t cast you down from heaven to earth, they will at least push you into a ditch - that’s for sure. When you're nineteen, the bartender can check your age with your ID and politely ask you to get the fuck out of the bar, but no one will ask how old you are when you sit down to write a painting, a poem, or a book, or if you're the one , whoever is reading this book now is still very young, I ask you, do not allow any of the elders who consider themselves smarter to dissuade you from this. Surely you have not been to Paris. And I never took part in the running of the bulls in Pamplona. Yes, you’re still just a boy who only started having hair under his arms three years ago, but so what? If you don't start with grand plan, if you don’t have a high opinion of yourself in the first place, how will you achieve what you want? Don’t listen to what others say, but listen to me: spit on everyone, sit down and beat this sweetheart.

It seems to me that there are two kinds of writers, including inexperienced, aspiring authors, like I myself was in 1970. Those who consider themselves more literary or “serious” writers view all plots and themes in light of the question: “What does this book mean to me?” Those whose destiny (or ka, if you like) is to write popular books ask the exact opposite question: “What does this book mean to others?” “Serious” authors are looking for clues and clues to themselves; “popular” authors are looking for readers. Both are equally selfish. I knew a lot of people and I would bet anything. As they say, I bet both my wallet and my watch.

But be that as it may, I am sure that even when I was nineteen I was able to recognize that the story of Frodo and his attempt to get rid of the One Ring fell into the second category. These were the adventures of a very British company of pilgrims against the backdrop of a vague northern mythological scenery. I liked the idea of ​​the quest - really liked it, in fact - but I wasn't particularly interested in Tolkien's burly, rustic characters (that's not to say I didn't like them, because I did) or his wooded Scandinavian landscapes. If I tried to do something like that, I would do it wrong.

So I waited. I turned twenty-two in 1970, and the first gray strands were beginning to appear in my beard (I think partly due to two and a half packs of Pall Malls a day), but even when you're twenty-two, you can still afford wait for yourself. When you're twenty-two, time is still on your side, even though the evil patrolman is already hanging around the neighborhood asking about you.

And then, in a nearly empty movie theater (Bijou in Bangor, Maine, if anyone is interested), I saw Sergio Leone's The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. And somewhere in the middle of the film I realized what I wanted to write: a book of search, imbued with Tolkien's magic, but in the setting of Leone's absurdly majestic Western scenery. If you've seen this crazy western on TV, you'll never understand what I'm talking about - I'm sorry, but that's how it is. In the cinema, on the wide screen, The Good, the Bad and the Ugly is a grandiose epic, quite comparable to Ben Hur. Clint Eastwood is a giant, eighteen feet tall, and every hair on his stubble-covered cheeks is the size of a sapling. The lines on Lee Van Cleef's lips are as deep as canyons, and at the bottom of each there could be a wormhole (see "The Sorcerer and the Crystal"). The desert appears to extend at least as far as the orbit of the planet Neptune. And the barrel of each of the revolvers is huge, almost like the Dutch Tunnel.

The Gunslinger is the first book in Stephen King's Dark Tower series. It took 10 years to write the novel, and the entire cycle took about 30.

The novel tells the story of the shooter Roland, who is pursuing unknown person V black clothes to find the way to the Dark Tower. This man visited the dying city of Tull, where he resurrected one of the residents who had died from a drug. To find out information about the unknown, the shooter has to stop in the city and become the lover of the innkeeper. But the man in black warned in advance and turned the preacher against him, who handed him over to the residents of the city and said that he was the messenger of the devil. The shooter had to kill every last inhabitant of the city and go into the desert for the unknown.

On the way, Roland meets a boy who came here from another world. There he was hit by a car and died. And now, inexplicably, he ended up here. Roland and Jake continue on their way together. The main character recalls events from his childhood, telling the boy how he and his friend handed over a traitorous cook to the authorities, for which he was executed. The shooter and the boy become attached to each other. When Jake fell into the circle of the Succubus Oracle, Roland saved him by surrendering to the Oracle in exchange for information about his future.

Meeting with the man in black, the shooter learns that he will have to make a choice between Jake's life and information about the location of the tower. The unknown person hides, and the companions continue to chase him in the caves. On the way, the shooter talks about his family and childhood. He talks about how he had to pass the test to become a man much earlier than he should have. A close, friendly relationship develops between a man and a boy. And the more difficult it will be for Roland to choose what is more important to him: Jake or the Dark Tower.

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Every saga has a beginning and an end. The book "The Shooter" is the beginning of probably the most important work of Stephen King's entire life - the "Dark Tower" series. This version of the book is a new edition, rewritten by Stephen King himself before the release of the last part of the heptalogy. The first part of the book is a kind of introduction to the world of Strelka, where he comes from and to the reality where he is chasing the Man in Black, the embodiment of evil. A story spanning many lifetimes. An explosive mixture of dystopia and mysticism, where, next to the Wild West, you can observe relics modern era and terry feudalism.

Young Roland is the last noble knight in a world that has “moved from its place.” At all costs, he needs to find the Dark Tower - the center of Power, the cornerstone of the universe. Someday he will find this tower, but for now he faces a long and dangerous path - a path through a world ruled by black magic, through a world from which doors sometimes open to our reality...

Don't miss the opportunity to read in mode online excerpt works or download it in its entirety on our website to catch the mood floating among the lines. It contains both tiny squabbles and global world issues. Crazy laughter on the arm with despair, a thick shawl of memories on a bloody carpet - a box full of trinkets, each of which hides an abyss that needs to be comprehended. This is a novel of promise. You need to cross the threshold to see the details and understand the future...

Why is it worth reading the book?

• The novel "The Shooter" is the first of a series of seven books in which time and times, like universes, are intertwined in a hallucinogenic form;
• The world of the book is a kind of post-apocalyptic setting in the spirit of Mad Max, with a scorched desert;
• You should prepare for the fact that the book will not let you go until the very last paragraph, and the first thing you will want to do after reading it is read the next book;
• Be sure to read - because the story will become even more interesting and exciting.