This is my first ever Kazuo Ishiguro’s feat of literary prestidigitation.
I am pretty sure that you are pleased to hear this as an avid fan of his.
I didn’t like it much ; put the blame on its disappointing climax.
I am sorry.
Your brow might even furrow if I dare say that…
it is hype…
for Ishiguro has established his name in the literary community.
what made this book impressive , in my opinion, is that it was beautifully written. That’s it!
After all, it appears that he is not far different from other famous writers of Japanese extraction like Banana Yoshimoto and Kaori Ekuni when it comes to writing preference. I am not sure if Haruki Murakami resembles nothing as much as him. I have not read all his books yet.
I know I am being so mean, and, please, don’t be reactionary and hostile toward me to the point that you feel like slapping my skinny boned face, if I put it bluntly that this book turns out to be so misleading that it lost to John Banville’s The Sea for the Booker Prize in 2005. Whoever the chair of the panelists at that time made the right decision. Bravo!
If you can no longer contain yourself, I am willing to turn the other cheek . You must be foaming at the mouth now.
I was enthralled by the story, especially right from the beginning, typical of a silent suspense novel. I had a vague idea of what was going on in the story, trying to make out what kind of characters were involved and what kind of place they were in. In fact, it was late when I realized that the main characters are not adult. As a result, I would open this book when I had a 15-minute break , or when my next student was absent despite that there was a backlog of paperwork I had been trying to clear . The funny thing is that I even brought myself to read it on a jeepney – a habit I had never been into because jeepneys run so swiftly that my eyes roll. See how much I was absorbed in it?
Another remark that you might take an umbrage at is that the concept of the story is not new to me. I even found out that it is a dystopian novel- something I still can’t figure out. What I felt during the entire story was just as normal as what typical of an atmosphere of an orphanage. That’s that! Even about the donation or donor blah blah blah seems like an ordinary thing I don’t find strange. Rather, it was the way how Ishiguro wrote the story blurred that intention and titillated me.I find that rhetorical device highly commendable. I am not sure if he intended to do it because as far as I know he can write an ambitious novel without doing it for ages as what normally happens to writers. So, what happens is that its mesmerizing and beautiful prose that smoothly fuels the suspense story.
I hope you are brightening up now.
despite that literary trick , I became increasingly deeply disillusioned with the turning points because I had been expecting a big revelation, a revelation that would have quenched the dormant fumes about to spew out into the sky.
Still, I can relate to Ishiguro because I am a failed writer as I always rub it in in my previous articles. See? There is no point in getting mad at me. 🙂
I still want to be honest at this time…
because I want to opine hypothetically that…
since Ishiguro is a famous writer buzzed by a gaggle of literature gossipers who have been borne upon the idea that a work by a critically-acclaimed novelist is a good read, perhaps due to his other first critically-acclaimed novels like The Remains of the Day, the novel has been hyped up. Well, that’s how the literature markets itself in a capitalistic society.
It is not my intention to pit Ishiguro against John Banville. When I reviewed Banville’s The Sea before, I found out that it seems like both of them are frenemies whenever their works are listed for Booker Prize. Banville’s The Book of Evidence lost to Ishiguro’s The Remains of the Day in 1989 . But in 2005, Banville had the last laugh when he won the Prize for The Sea. I wondered at that time what made their books different. Now, I am clear about it. I may have the foggiest idea what made the panelists give Banville for the credit. For me, The Sea is way better than Never Let Me Go. The former one is deeper and more sensible; I can feel the real emotional intentions of the writer. At the same time, the way he molded those emotions in the sentences is perfectly ingenious. It is not about how beautiful the prose is but the emotions it conveys. The latter one , on the other hand, gives more emphasis on how the story was written. Although I can feel the suspense, but there is the absence of emotions for being orphaned. Perhaps, the real intentions of the writer is to let the reader get into the deepest part, in a suspenseful way.
I would love to read The Remains of the Day although I got off on the wrong foot with this novel. 🙂
Rating: 2/ 5 stars ( It’s okay.)