The criminal mastermind behind A Confrontation with Falling has been busy posting on the Readings St Kilda Blog.
He’s come up with a pearler of an idea: a book of last lines. And he’s put together some last-gasps from the best of the best, the heavyweight titans of world literature.
Definitely Ayn Rand’s closing dross is the worst I’ve ever read in all of human creation.
Atlas Shrugged: He raised his hand and over the desolate earth he traced in space the sign of the dollar.
Now compare that absolute rubbish with something as profoundly Zeno-parodoxical as this mind-boggler by Dr. Seuss.
Green Eggs & Ham:I would not like them here or there./ I would not like them anywhere./ I do not like green eggs and ham./ I do not like them Sam I Am.
But where, Mr Miles, is the FINAL line? The last word in all of literature? The granddaddy of all last lines? From where can we source it.
Well, you can probably all guess where my vote goes.
Moby-Dick: Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.
Here’s my throwaway idea: how abouta book that sequences the first line, middle line, and last line of all the great works of literature.
That way all those people who publish ridiculous titles like How to Talk About Books You Haven’t Read could catch up. A whole book reduced to Twitter-size! That’s the way of the future – which reminds me, this fellow, was posting the whole of Moby-Dick, blow by blow, on Twitter. Ah, but he stopped, what a crying shame.