Well, I hit the page 1,300 mark. A paltry 155 pages to go! That's like rolling downhill. The end is not only in sight, but you can smell the breakfast cooking from here.
I know that in general terms 155 pages is almost half a novel. But in this case, it just feels like the final wrap-up, tying loose ends together. Napoleon and the French Army are crumbling and on the run, and I'm sure that Tolstoy can get an easy 30 pages out of that alone. Then there's the remaining Counts and Princes and Princesses still left alive and how their lives have changed. For the most part, that's getting pretty clear, though there are still a few relationships yet to be resolved.
But at this point, it's just floating down the Volga...
Robert J. Elisberg is a political commentator, screenwriter, novelist, tech writer and also some other things that I just tend to keep forgetting.
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