Mislabeled boxes, problems with visiting nurses, confusing notes, an outing to t
he county fair--such are the obstacles in the way of the unnamed narrator of "Th
e End of the Story "as she attempts to organize her memories of a love affair in
to a novel. With compassion, wit, and what appears to be candor, she seeks to de
termine what she actually knows about herself and her past, but we begin to susp
ect, along with her, that given the elusiveness of memory and understanding, any
tale retrieved from the past must be fiction.
