Magic is when you’re reading one thing, but something much deeper is going into your head.
Reading Kazuo Ishiguro’s NEVER LET ME GO, I was first caught up in the story details, the intimate memories of the main character, Kathy, and the vivid pictures Kathy paints of her childhood, her friends, her teachers - and the mystery that surrounds them all.
As the story moves along, I find I’m unable to put the book down, even though Kathy is still describing her life’s memories. There’s something about Ishiguro that makes her memories become something more. (I can’t give details because of a spoiler situation.)
I can say that Kathy is a true innocent. And when she tells us of her life, we can only see the more global picture later on, as the picture widens. The profound implications of Kathy’s life don’t hit us right away. And because we see the world through her innocence, the final, nightmarish impact is even more shocking.
This was my first Kazuo Ishiguro book, and now I intend to read them all!
It was okay, not what I expected it to be. Quite honestly, I thought it was a little boring. It was more about their day to day life, and I felt like the whole being cloned thing was forgotten at times. It was very mundane, and I felt like it could’ve happened in a different context and I wouldn’t have changed THAT much. Don’t get me wrong, it’s well written, just didn’t go the direction I thought it would so I guess it’s my own fault for setting myself up for disappointment lol.
If I recall, part of his point with the story is for the reader to ask “why are these people not more concerned about what’s going on and just jabbering on about relationship drama, music, or other mundane things?” Because that’s what we do with our short lives. We only get some 60-80 years and we spend it frivolously like the characters in the book.