No, see, I like the end of Captain Corelli. It would have been too easy for him to come back, like they changed it to in the film.

Don't you remember? he came back after the war, saw her with an adopted baby, assumed the baby was hers from a marriage or a rape. He could not handle it, and went away again.It seems that authors sometimes do not know how to finish their books. The book may have been brilliant up to then, but by the final chapters it's all been said and done.
My nomination is Captain Corelli's Mandolin. After the war, Captain Corelli couldn't just come striding back and marry wotsername because that would be too pat and trite. He couldn't just not turn up at all, maybe having been killed or having married another woman, because that would have been too bleak. So, guess what, he does come back but only when they're both old due to a misunderstanding on his part forty years previously. Rubbish, if you can't think of a really good ending, you might as well give it a happy ending.
I'll throw in Margaret Atwood's 'The Handmaid's Tale.'
She seemed to give up on making an ending, so turned it into a symposium saying that the whole story was recordings found and basically they ran out of recordings. It really felt like a complete cop-out of an ending as if the writer either couldn't think of a way to end the book, or ran out of time before the publisher needed to print it.
Nineteen Eighty-Four - not unsatisfactory in a way which ruins the book, still an absolutely awesome one (I'm currently working on a dissertation proposal with this as my main text) but I really really didn't WANT it to end the way it did.
Another book I am not sure about the ending is Lolita. We already know what happen to Humbert and Lolita from the beginning of the book, the driving at the end is fine, some of the dialogue with Quilty is very funny, but the ending just somehow doesn't quite work for me, even though bits of it are good.
Don't you remember? he came back after the war, saw her with an adopted baby, assumed the baby was hers from a marriage or a rape. He could not handle it, and went away again.
I remember it, but it still seemed like an ending contrived not to be unbearably bleak on the one hand or a happy-ever-after on the other. If the hero had sat down and thought about it for five minutes, he would have realised there was a possibility the baby wasn't hers. Couldn't he have made discreet enquiries? He knew her father's address. Couldn't he have written him a letter? Up to that point he had been portrayed as a proper man, not a moral coward. It seemed to me that by the last chapter the book was essentially over but that the author had painted himself into a corner as far as the ending was concerned.
....only kidding, I'm tired!I should have been warned. I liked The Name of The Rose, but Focault's Pendulum was another doorstop that didn't get going till the last fifty pages. I stopped reading Umberto Eco after that.
