I know I promised a dreadful rant on word processors, but there’s just too much other stuff on my mind. Last Thursday I accepted a new job, and submitted my resignation from an organization I’ve been with for more than a decade. Without going into any real specific details, I’m leaving my unit organized, efficient, and fully staffed with highly qualified and trained individuals. When I started, the unit was fairly well disorganized and derided as the biggest problem in our division. In short, it’s in better shape than I found it, and likely to stay that way. Another interesting tidbit is that the last project I’m working on happens to be connected to a series of reports that hasn’t had an update in 11 years. That last report was the first major project I worked on. This weekend I also began sending out my WIP for folks to read and review. I started the book right around the time I started my current job. There is a symmetry in all of these things I appreciate, it’s the sort of thing you find in a novel. While life continues on and a new adventure is just around the corner, a major chapter has concluded.
To tie this into writing, specifically thoughts about the end of a novel. I haven’t gotten to the point of actually having the ending of a fully drafted and once revised book before. Last Friday, somewhere near the bottom of a glass of wine, technically Saturday morning, I got to the last chapter, then last page, and paragraph and finally sentence. I spent longer on those last few sentences than anything else in the entire last chapter. I know the book needs to end in the general vicinity of where it has, it’s just that I’m hung up on what, precisely, those last few words ought to be.
Very often the end of a book is some sort of ‘happily ever after’. However, there are also very many books that are intended to be part of a series. These finish on a similar sentiment, but say something more like ‘and he walked off into the sunset’. One particular ending that’s simultaneously final but gives a distinctly walk off into the sunset feel was the ending to Rama Revealed, by Arthur C. Clarke and Genry Lee. Unfortunately, I no longer have a copy, I recall it having a poetic air. It was final and bitter-sweet, yet had the air of going on to another adventure. That ending stuck with me because it was so well done. I loved Dune, but I couldn’t tell you what the last scene was, and I’m too lazy to dig it up. To illustrate the point, I semi-randomly pulled a few books from my shelf and picked out the very last sentence of each:
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
“Okay, baby, hold tight,” said Zaphod. “We’ll take in a quick bite at the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.
The Hobbit by JRR Tolkein
“Thank goodness!” said Bilbo laughing, and handed him the tobacco-jar.
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.
Rendezvous with Rama by Arthur C. Clarke(I’m going to argue two endings here one on Ch 45 and one on Ch 46)
Though that, surely, could not be its ultimate goal, it was aimed squarely at the Greater Magellanic Cloud, and the lonely gulfs beyond the Milky Way.
The Ramans do everything in threes.
The Last Kingdom by Bernard Cornwell
For I am Uhtred, Earl Uhtred, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, and destiny is everything.
All have some flavor of happily ever after or walking off into the sunset (also interpreted as this adventure is over, but another is around the corner.) I suppose one could do a thesis for an MFA on the last sentence of English novels, I daresay many someones have. My point remains, how does one neatly wrap it all up and close it with a pretty little bow? I don’t know exactly. For the moment the manuscript is in the tender care of beta readers. Once they return a verdict, I’ll have plenty of other things to mop up before I get back to the end.