A great ending of a book is Life of Pi. I was in awe for days. One of my favourite books, generally.
Amy, the challenge has begun: The Great Unread.
That's fantastic and I will join you all! I'll start by finishing Eoin Colfer's And Another Thing, which I started about a year ago and still haven't got even half way through.
I'll start by finishing Eoin Colfer's And Another Thing, which I started about a year ago and still haven't got even half way through.
I'm starting with books I haven't finished, too. Right now it's a tossup between
The Strain
and
Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.
I only put twelve on my list, and I'm tempted to do another twelve of classics I've never read, but I also don't want to doom myself to failure. Maybe short classics I haven't read?
I only put twelve on my list, and I'm tempted to do another twelve of classics I've never read, but I also don't want to doom myself to failure. Maybe short classics I haven't read?
My reading this past year was completely derailed by the longer books on my should-read list. That is one reason I'm playing this year's challenge by ear (or eye) and not choosing all twelve books now, but rather going by what jumps out at me when I need to choose another, or by what book salon themes we vote on, which is dictating my first two choices (
The Name of the Rose
and
Possession
), both of which I'm eager to read.
Right now it's a tossup between The Strain and Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.
I find the The Girl... books very hard to finish. Larsson starts wandering about half way through. I've been trying to finish The Girl Who Played With Fire - I might have to give up. I find them frustrating reads - although I love the films.
A Prayer for Owen Meany, one of my fave books of all time, has a great ending. The entire book builds up to it, and it doesn't disappoint.
Completely fucking agree. I was amazed by how relevant so much of what I thought was just narrative meandering turned out to be.
I thought
The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
was great until the last third sort of came out of nowhere and didn't connect with anything that came before it. Bye bye, narrative momentum!
Speaking of Possession, I think it has an excellent ending. I cry.
For OMGWTF endings, I'll put in a word for Jack McDevitt's
A Talent for War,
a book I've practically shoved into the hands of strangers. McDevitt is an enjoyable hard sf writer, but I fear that every one of his books since I've finished, sighed and thought, "It was no
A Talent for War."
Even though I wrote my Ph.D seminar paper justifying the last part of
Huckleberry Finn,
I really wish the whole business with Jim at the farm didn't exist, and we went directly to the wonderful last paragraph.
To Kill a Mockingbird
has a great ending.
A great ending of a book is Life of Pi. I was in awe for days. One of my favourite books, generally.
Heh. I was totally going to name it as an ending that pissed me off.
The Poisonwood Bible by Anne Kingsolver
I think this book falls apart halfway through. The narrative ended about halfway in, I guess when they leave Africa. After that it's all crap.
Life of Pi
is like it's opposite. The book is engaging philosophically in the first half then when the second half starts with a syntactically/stylistically totally different sentence ("The ship sank.") it begins again in earnest for real and is great through the end.
I think
Invisible Man
has momentum and inevitability all the way through. Ditto with
Handmaid's Tale
but of course if you don't read the historical note for HMT you never figure the end out.
Possession
too has a great end. As does
The Picture of Dorian Gray.
I'm trying to think of the books I'm teaching this year... Many of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's books end beautifully, satisfyingly.
I agree with consuela that you have to have a good plot plotted out PRIOR to writing the end to really have a good ending.
The best last paragraph of a book?
Origin of Species.
The prose itself is so Victorian, at least syntactically. And the I love how he throws all the laws he spends hundreds of pages explaining. But the final image of the bank and the planet evolving is just so lovely.
It is interesting to contemplate a tangled bank, clothed with many plants of many kinds, with birds singing on the bushes, with various insects flitting about, and with worms crawling through the damp earth, and to reflect that these elaborately constructed forms, so different from each other, and dependent upon each other in so complex a manner, have all been produced by laws acting around us. These laws, taken in the largest sense, being Growth with Reproduction; Inheritance which is almost implied by reproduction; Variability from the indirect and direct action of the conditions of life and from use and disuse: a Ratio of Increase so high as to lead to a Struggle for Life, and as a consequence to Natural Selection, entailing Divergence of Character and the Extinction of less-improved forms. Thus, from the war of nature, from famine and death, the most exalted object which we are capable of conceiving, namely, the production of the higher animals, directly follows. There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved.
A satisfying end to a difficult book.