Like others, I was somewhat let down by the ending to Robinson Crusoe. While he found happiness and companionship with his servant Friday, and achieved success in varying degrees, I never felt satisfied when reading about his successes.
Crusoe briefly mentions his attempt to settle down in England, marrying a woman and having several children. For many people, marriage and creating a family are the most fulfilling experience of life. Crusoe though, barely sees the need to mention it. He does not write the name of his wife, as if he has forgotten it since her death. Alternatively it might pain him too much to talk about her, but I find this unlikely. His interests lie in adventure and self-fulfillment, which do not involve his wife or children. As a father whose autobiography only contains a single sentence mentioning his children, Crusoe is a selfish man. As soon as he gets bored of this “settled down” family life, he leaves on another voyage so he can revisit his past adventures.
Once he arrives, Crusoe seems pleased with his findings in the colony he had previously established, marking a successful journey. Crusoe did not really endear himself to me, the reader, so I often did not share his satisfaction while reading the story.