There are two more episodes of LOST before the big series finale, and just when I was getting a little tired and frustrated with the way things were winding down, last night’s episode comes along and blows me away.
For the last few weeks or so, I have been watching LOST — which has taken up a good chunk of the last six years of my life — and thinking about how difficult it is to “end” something, to tie everything together in a way in which the viewer feels satisfied. I think David Chase took a big chance with THE SOPRANOS, an ending that I disliked initially but have come to understand. But I don’t think I want the ending of Baby Grand to be all that puzzling. (Or do I?) What I know for sure is I want the ending to feel right at the moment my readers close the book — not to feel as if I, the author, ran out of steam or that the ending isn’t authentic to the characters in whom they’ve invested their time. I’ve read books that felt that way in the last few pages — as if I can picture in my head the writer trying to make a deadline — and it makes the entire reading experience feel like a disappointment.
LOST was feeling like a disappointment to me until these last two weeks. And then, in my mind anyway, the series got back to what I think it was all about from the beginning: Jack Shephard versus John Locke, free will versus fate, man of science versus man of faith. And how clever that now Jack and John are playing for the opposing team.
This ending now feels right. Now to make Baby Grand’s feel right too.