A reader wrote to me about endings yesterday – or more specifically, about the ending to Building Harlequin’s Moon, which he didn’t like. I was sorry he didn’t like it, but there’s not much possible to do about an ending that’s already published, and in this case, written so many books ago I’d have to go re-read it to remember the fine detail (I do remember writing it , with Larry, and my motivations for the characters and the greater arc of events, and even some specific lines). I wouldn’t change it anyway – I like how it ended, even after so long. And the usual comments I get on the book are “where’s the sequel?” rather than really long and well-thought out plot questions.
Well the world is full of coincidences. Last night, I finished a book I had been looking forward to, and then enjoyed reading very much. I didn’t like the end, though.
I do love the way the universe hands us little food-for-thought vignettes like this.
No conclusions yet.