So Lost is over.
Now those of you who think spoilers are to follow, don’t worry. I have never watched a single episode, including the recent finale, so I’m not about to dissect anything or give my opinion on the particulars of the great reveal.
What intrigues me and has found me reading the today’s ample and often passionate responses to the series finale, is how endings succeed or fail to please even the most loyal of fans. I suspect every writer has a sense of how their story will end when they begin a story (even though some of the Lost-blogs have indicated theories that the series writers were winging it from the get-go–which is not to say that is a bad thing, either), but as brilliant as a book may be in its journey, is all that brilliance destroyed by a less-than-satisfying ending?
My husband and I are often discussing the concept of journey vs. destination in life and we are very much about the journey, and I suspect most people are when it comes down to it.
So if that’s true, can we as readers separate the journey of a wonderful book from its disappointing ending, or is the ride wholly ruined?
Are there books for which you have forgiven their unremarkable ending in light of all that came before it? Or conversely, are there ho-hum books you’ve read that have redeemed themselves with surprising endings?