the-end

Matt Yglesias has a link to the 100 Best Last Lines from Novels(pdf), and like a few of his commenters, who piped up later in comments, I was surprised to see that the closing of Norman Maclean’s A River Runs Through It was egregiously omitted. Say what?

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.

I am haunted by waters.

Since Sunday is a day of contemplation, lazy late morning coffee and book review sections, you may leave your suggestions for best final lines from short stories in the comments. Dig out your Poe, Carver, O’Connor, Cheever, Dahl, Seuss, Wolff (Tobias) & Woolf (Virginia) etc.

I’ll start you off with the most obvious one:

“It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,” Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.

As well as a personal favorite of mine from Ethan Canin’s Batorsag and Szerelem:

Now at last, as I bowed my head, I recognized it, deep in my own character, as the fleeting ghostly shape of a wish; and, for this, fifteen years later, in a stifling room at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital in Manhattan, where the doctors told me I had better come on a late-night flight to say goodbye to my brother, I wept and wept and wept.

Have at it…

the-end

Matt Yglesias has a link to the 100 Best Last Lines from Novels(pdf), and like a few of his commenters, who piped up later in comments, I was surprised to see that the closing of Norman Maclean’s A River Runs Through It was egregiously omitted. Say what?

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.

I am haunted by waters.

Since Sunday is a day of contemplation, lazy late morning coffee and book review sections, you may leave your suggestions for best final lines from short stories in the comments. Dig out your Poe, Carver, O’Connor, Cheever, Dahl, Seuss, Wolff (Tobias) & Woolf (Virginia) etc.

I’ll start you off with the most obvious one:

“It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,” Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.

As well as a personal favorite of mine from Ethan Canin’s Batorsag and Szerelem:

Now at last, as I bowed my head, I recognized it, deep in my own character, as the fleeting ghostly shape of a wish; and, for this, fifteen years later, in a stifling room at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital in Manhattan, where the doctors told me I had better come on a late-night flight to say goodbye to my brother, I wept and wept and wept.

Have at it…

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TBogg

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