On the end of Haven: A Spoiler-Free Goodbye

by V. Buritsch-Tompkins

I’m tempted to write a letter.

Two, actually.

One, an open letter to Stephen King, asking him to give us a coda or epilogue with the continuing adventures of the two or three most interesting plot threads left open.  I would also be miffed about SyFy not properly explaining the Starbucks reference in the book, but that’s semantics, really.  It would have been a nice easter egg if they had, but would it have been canonical?  There’s no Starbucks in SyFy’s Haven.

I would express my love for the town he created, and that I hope we get to hear more from those residents – even just a few collective storylines in the fallout of the massive cure.  If people were healed with troubles, would their healing stop?  If people were raised from the grave with troubles, would they evaporate or fall dead?  What sort of psychological repercussions would emerge from those who were forced into the dark for years?

Haven needs a psychologist again.  But then again, it’s always needed one.  Like Eureka.

Two, an open letter to SyFy.  They did a pretty decent job with this show.  While I was nearly always forced to watch it after recording, I was still an avid fan of Nathan, Audrey, Duke, Vince, and Dave.  Even when they could have ended it in season two, or three, without giving any actual closure, they kept the story moving with the same warmth and heart that they started with in episodes one and two.  That sort of pacing isn’t easy.

They had multi-arching plotlines, multiple backstories, and some very, VERY difficult characters for actors to play consistently.  While doing the “kind” thing isn’t always the easiest thing, it was usually the method that Audrey would go to first.  Even in the end, empathy was her greatest tool.  From day one, empathy was always her greatest tool.

To that end, I should write a third set of letters.  One to each of the actors of the core five mentioned above:

Take a bow.  If I could stand at the end of this production and applaud, as in a theatre, I would cheer and hoot as each and every member of your cast stepped forward, from Wil Wheaton to the final villain, from Jayne Eastwood to Mary-Colin Crishholm, to Colin Ferguson.  I would stand and holler until my throat was dry, and clap until my hands were bright red.

You have made us laugh, and cry, and cringe.  You have surprised us, amused us, frightened us, worried us.  You have left suddenly to return, and you have made us believe in these people in this little town named Haven, where strange things happen so often that they shrug, smile, and try to figure it out.  You made us believe that they could.

Well done.  Well done.

I look forward to seeing what you move on to next.

Instead of writing them, I’m posting it here, because fan mail gets lost, but the internet can be found.  If you haven’t watched Haven from the beginning, it will be available for binge-watching shortly.   The series finale was last night.  Enjoy.