There just weren't no page left to turn.

I just finished a really long novel. A really long novel. I didn't read it, it was an audio book. After 17 CD's -- including a description of every donut in an assortment of donuts -- it just ended. There were no logical conclusions. None of the main plots or subplots were resolved. It just ended. My theory is the author finally ran out of printer paper and just stopped. Even Monty Python had the courtesy to yell "And now for something completely different!" when they had no ending for an otherwise terrific idea. This book had no third act. There was a first part, that introduced the characters and plot lines. There was a a second part were really interesting things happened. All of this created actual anticipation about how the author would tie if all together. Instead, zero, zilch, zip, zippo, zot! I actually longed for the famous Soap Opera episode in which all of the characters were loaded on a bus and driven over a cliff. Come the next Monday, the soap had all new characters. Will someone please call Greyhound for me, I need closure.
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Willow said...

You've given me a new outlook on life. Now, when twenty of my coworkers are fired, and replaced by twenty replacement workers the next day, I can think of the first group as disappearing due to a Soap Opera ending!

-----------Willow, from what I know of your coworkers, a 'bus trip' would definitely improve the gene pool