For four years, I worked as one of the editorial staff
of the
Triangulation speculative fiction anthology, and
like most publishers, we had a very high rejection rate: over
96% of everything submitted to us failed to make the cut.
While there were a variety of reasons
why we rejected a story, in some ways the most painful reason
was because the story was great -- right up until the ending.
The plot intrigued us, we felt tied to the characters, and yet
when we read the ending, we shook our heads and rejected the
story. These were the worst rejections to give, because right
up until the last page, we believed we'd found a story worth
publishing, only to have it completely fall apart on us.
The most common reason the ending of
a genre fiction story fails is because it does not deliver on
its promise. Every story makes an unspoken promise about where
it will end up, based on what the protagonist wants versus the
conflicts he must overcome to get it. The main character is in
conflict -- be it with Man, Nature or Himself -- and fights to
overcome that conflict. These conflicts, and how the hero deals
with them, cause the reader to expect a certain type of ending.
And stories that fail to live up to
that promise get rejected.
One story I remember well dealt with
a man trapped alone in an office building subbasement, who
struggles to survive and escape. We watched him each step of
the way, wincing as he fought to overcome each obstacle to his
survival and then cheering him when he did. Finally, after 20
pages of increasing struggle, he reached the surface -- only to
find the city above him had been destroyed.
The hero hit rock bottom. All that
effort to overcome each problem trapping him, only to find
this? Breathless, we turned the page ... and the story fell
flat on its face. The hero looked around, shrugged, said "Well,
it's hopeless" and killed himself.
This was an ending that failed
completely for us. The author had given us the powerful story
of a common man who, in his struggle to survive, found his inner
strength and determination ... and yet now we were asked to
believe that after all that, that he would now just give up? It
was an ending that could not help but fail, since the entire
story had been devoted to him struggling to survive, and
succeeding despite the heavy odds against him. After such a
forceful journey of discovery, a man like this cannot just shrug
his shoulders and kill himself, and for one good reason: if he
really had been that sort of character, h
e would have taken
his own life as soon as he found himself trapped in that
subbasement with no hope of rescue.
A good ending is one that fits the
entire story. As an example, let's look at the last few
paragraphs of the mystery story "Grave Consequences," which
appeared in
Calliope Issue 126. The protagonist,
private eye Mark Sauer, has been asked by a cop friend to look
into why someone would steal an unidentified John Doe's corpse
from the Manhattan South morgue.
During his investigation, he
discovers that Joi Li, a Chinese-American girl whom he detests
(and who is a part of a criminal triad in Manhattan's Chinatown)
has stolen the unidentified dead man, a fellow Chinese. A
recent government ruling in China dictates that all corpses in
Guangdong, the most populous province in China, be cremated to
save space, which goes against the traditional Chinese customs
of burial and ancestor worship. So Joi intends to turn the
unidentified man's corpse over to the Chinese government,
claiming it to be that of her cherished dead uncle, and while
the government is cremating the John Doe's corpse, she will
smuggle the real uncle's corpse into the ancient family tomb in
Guangdong. She asks Mark to not only keep it a secret, but to
lie to the police about what he knows, which would violate this
ex-Marine's strong sense of what is right. He tells her to go
to hell and leaves her standing there.
The climax of the story is Mark
discovering who stole the corpse, and why. The denouement that
follows should answer the reader's question of
what will
Mark do? Will he tell the police what he knows, or will he
violate his own principles and lie to the authorities in both
the United States and China?
Detective Serrano met me at our usual spot at the lunch
counter of Bill's Hamburger Grill, on a miserable gray day, with
the rain
beating down against the city. He sat down
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