This morning I woke up with one thing on my mind: House Rules. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a novel by Jodi Picoult which was absolutely amazing. Each page you read makes you want to read the next one that much more because you just know how great it is going to be. The book was suspenseful, insightful, and, of course, well-written. I was so excited about the ending and what it would be…until the actual ending. Ambiguity at its finest.
Many people find ambiguous endings to be “beautiful” and “just lovely” because they really make you think and “infer”. I mean, all my teachers in high school thought they were the greatest thing since sliced bread. (Fun fact: I thought the saying was The greatest thing since lice spread up until recently.) But here’s the thing. I don’t like ambiguity. I don’t like guessing. I want everything to be laid out on a silver platter for me. I want answers. If I’m going to pay $20 for a book, I think I deserve them!!! (Even though most books I read are from the library…which is free……but we’re just going to forget about that for now.)
Personally, I think ambiguity is laziness on an author’s part. Why go that extra step of putting all the pieces together when you can let the reader do that and call it true literature or a real thinker? So often the endings to books completely ruin them, but I don’t think anything can ruin a book as much as when an author doesn’t even attempt to end it.
Call it what you want. Lovely. Stimulating. Scholastic. Beautiful. At the end of the day, though, I think it really just comes down to laziness.