Nicole Krauss

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Anyway, I'm going to assume I'm speaking to Nicole Krauss now, so I'll just address the rest of this post to you, Nicole.

I just recently finished your book "The History of Love". I know I'm a little late, and I'm sorry. But I really enjoyed it. Your writing, as I'm sure you've heard too many times, is wonderful. And while it can be a little cutsie at times (you know which chapters I'm thinking about), in general, it is incredibly moving.

But you know that. That's not why I'm writing to you. This is: You didn't let the book end. I hardly ever say this, ever, as I'm an impatient reader, generally, but your book was 100 pages too short. Why did it stop? I mean, I understood why it stopped, because it was cute and you had developed a neat idea and it would be hard to take it past the ending (a page for the kid, a page for the old man, these damn books don't have enough pages to add in a third character), but, come on, Nicole Krauss, you know as well as I do that you left us all hanging.

Now don't go saying that it's part of the "art". That it's the style of the book, that it's post-modern, that it's meant to leave an aura of wonder, as to what happens to, I don't know, all of the characters, after the final scene closes. You know, as well as I do, that that's a load of crap. You found a cutsie ending - an ending that worked (and the ending does work) - and you used it. Except by using it you more or less destroyed a novel that was bordering on perfection.

As someone who just recently (read: today) completed a book which also contains the word "History" in its title, I empathize with you. It took me approximately as long to write the last, thirty page chapter of my book as it took me to write the first two hundred and forty odd pages of it. Books are hard to end. Books are hard, even, to continue. God knows that I know that. But that doesn't mean we don't try. I read somewhere that you, Nicole Krauss, said that you stopped writing poetry because you were tired of trying to make the perfect poem, because, I think I'm quoting you sort of right (although I'm probably wrong), that perfection is unattainable. Well, Nicole Krauss, you had the perfect story there, almost. And then you let it hang. That was sad, for me.

In other news, if you'd like to read my book, leave me a post and I'll be happy to send it to you. Good talking to you, Nicole Krauss. I hope you are having a great night.