There are few writers I trust more than Lydia Davis, even and maybe especially in this story, which attempts and often fails to organize the bits of debris left behind years after two lovers untangle. It is cold and brilliant like a mirror, and clear like a window. The sparseness and precision of Davis's prose feels lonely, distant, and overly rational -- everything her narrator is to a fault. As her only novel, it is a damn near perfect one.— Sarah G.
In this subtle and poetic novel, Lydia Davis's narrator tries to reconstruct a relationship through its demise, but can't quite figure out what is fact and what is fiction. Does her memory tell truth? Did her lover, twelve years younger, ever really want her? And is she going crazy, trying to figure it out?— Rachel
For anyone who has ever been in love and found it next to impossible to organize their thoughts in the aftermath, for anyone who cannot tell the story in order because it never had an order in the first place, who can’t identify the beginning or the end, or untangle what went wrong, for anybody in love who cannot calm down.— Madeleine
“Constructed in brutally perceptive and dazzlingly revelatory prose, this is a stunning work.”—Booklist
“This breathtakingly elegant and unsentimental first novel is about passion, regret, and memory: about the psychology of the spot where recollection and loss intersect.”—Details
“Extraordinary...the risks Davis takes by depriving herself of a traditional structure are enormous.”—Newsday
“[The End of the Story] succeeds in...giving the reader both the story and the painful work that goes into its making, and as such it is not only beautiful, but an extraordinary and very modern achievement.”—The New York Observer