¿Le Gusta Este Jardín Que Es Suyo? ¡Evite Que Sus Hijos No Lo Destruyan! It was so long ago but it holds up as one of those transfixing reads—snatch this book out of my hands at your own risk. I . . .
From a very early age—all the way back to my first grade reader, A Pig Can Jig—I have always skipped to the last page of a book and read the ending. Once I’m engaged by a story (usually within . . .
For our special feature on endings in Brick 91, Jan Zwicky took a different tack than her fellow contributors. Instead of focusing on the ending of a beloved short story or novel, she moved us with her interpretation of a . . .
I first read Penelope Fitzgerald’s novels in 1999 when my son was a newborn. Each book is so short it can be easily held in one hand, the pages turned with the thumb, perfect for breastfeeding. Short they may be, . . .
Perhaps one reason why I so love the ending of Mavis Gallant’s story “The Ice Wagon Going Down the Street” is that I’ve never quite understood it. I always think that if I reread it one more time, its meaning . . .
This short story seems wholly about endings. It’s set during the embers of August and at the edge of a continent. It’s in the voice of an old miner who, with his longtime crew, is awaiting his next and possibly . . .
At the end of James Baldwin’s Go Tell It on the Mountain, after a dusk-to-dawn prostration before God at the altar of his church, John, the fourteen-year-old protagonist, gives his soul to Christ. On the penultimate page of the . . .
I read Denis Johnson’s Jesus’ Son in 1995 when I was in graduate school, and it’s affected every ending I’ve ever written since. Even the endings to emails. In case you haven’t read it, the book is called a short . . .