Every year, around one million people commit suicide, yet, for most of us it remains a taboo subject. Udo Grashoff has discvored 45 suicide letters that offer us unique insight into this phenomenon. The authors of each letter differ in ages, sex, and class, but all cite strikingly universal reasons for their decision - unrequited love, mounting debts, the loss of a spose, a frustrating domestic situation. These are problems we all encounter. So why is it that only some of us see suicide as the solution?

A truly remarkable and provocative anthology, LET ME FINIHS marks the beginning of a more widespread frankness about suicide and takes us closer to answering the question, 'Why?'

Staff Review:
Dear R,
Some of us are voyeurs, preying off of the despair of others as if they are watching some reality TV show. I just read LET ME FINISH, a collection of suicide notes because I realize I am one such person. I admit that I got a perverse thrill seeing these words of desperation in the form of 45 letters left behind, some clearly insane, some surprisingly rational. And while editor, Udo Grashoff, provides some much needed context for the notes, his introduction reads more like a rationalization of how this book isn't exploitative so much as informative. I still think it's exploitative. But it also gave me ideas. Terrible ideas. Tell them all it was an accident. Please remember, dear R, this is not a reflection of my feelings for you. I have simply come to realize there is no place for me in this world anymore.
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