This was the first Kazuo Ishiguro book I read and I thoroughly enjoyed it. To acknowledge his mistakes that prevented him from having a better life.Īt his age, he does not have much choice but to find happiness in what he does best. Lifts the veil to finally and suddenly reveal his true feelings. Messy details, but in the last few brutally honest and heartbreaking pages Stevens also tries to spin a coherent self-story by patching up over the The regret or the crushing truth that they missed the bus in their life. Perfect explanations for all our life choices. I imagine that when we grow old, we will come up with Justification of our actions and convenient forgetting or misremembering It feels exactly like the stories we tell us about ourselves–replete with Stevens, narrates his life story to us in the first person. Yet the book is not merely a clever tour de force. Ishiguro succeeds in relating so many narratives, but all through a single voice. Remains of the Day is an extraordinary example of the art of the storyteller. In The Remains of the Day, this turned out to be the fear that everyone feels would greet them in the twilight of their life: Did I live my life well? Is there anything I can salvage from it? The conflicting narratives braid together and are revealed through inconsistencies in Stevens own reminisced account. I feel that most great books are written with the kernel of a simple yet intensely felt human sentiment.
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