Like many, I feel that for such an excellent and powerful book, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn has a muddled ending.
Far be it for me to rewrite Twain, but I might’ve done some chopping.
at rest on a hill,
clouds form & shift shapes;
i read their story.
I think sequelization is a pox upon the literary world. I would hazard to say that anything good I’ve ever read was a standalone work. Seldom does the “resolution-to-hook” ratio lead to a satisfying, let alone illuminating, reading experience. A popular book series is far more likely to end like the television series Lost than to pull all its outstanding narrative strings together coherently.
Unless you’re talking nonfiction, in which case I would be open to another volume of The Complete History of the World at some point.
Saiweng Lost His Horse 塞翁失马: A Story about Life and Values by Qixia YuM*A*S*H
el matador. No significance whatsoever.
“And that’s how you do that!”
(I’m told that in medias res is the ideal narrative approach for memoirs.)
Tiger Riding for Beginners 