Bought this book on a hunch, and finished reading it late into the night. This has been my first acquaintance of Kazuo Ishiguro, but certainly not the last.
As I finished reading the last few pages, I was strangely moved by the story. While I think myself completely different from the protagonist in temperament, and even though he seems to have come out a loser, there is yet admiration at his simple and stoic beliefs. He spends a lot of time contemplating the nature of dignity, and despite behaviour that in my eyes is foolish, actually achieves it. The story resonates with me because I have myself contemplated the futility of all of my existence. In the end, all that is left is the remains of the day. Yet, is that reason enough to not believe in something?
Would definitely recommend this book if you think of such questions.
As I finished reading the last few pages, I was strangely moved by the story. While I think myself completely different from the protagonist in temperament, and even though he seems to have come out a loser, there is yet admiration at his simple and stoic beliefs. He spends a lot of time contemplating the nature of dignity, and despite behaviour that in my eyes is foolish, actually achieves it. The story resonates with me because I have myself contemplated the futility of all of my existence. In the end, all that is left is the remains of the day. Yet, is that reason enough to not believe in something?
Would definitely recommend this book if you think of such questions.
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I was introduced to Kazuo Ishiguro from "Never Let Me Go". If you haven''t, that's a good read as well
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