A longish truancy calls for a longish return, so this one clocks in accordingly on the longish side. Given his penchant for regular oxygen-free plunges into plots and thoughts of strained family relations, self-imposed exile, cultural alienation and melancholia, it’s also counterintuitively uplifting. Enjoy.
I should note also that I was tempted to read Ishiguro’s latest in its entirety, as it seems destined to be told in oral tradition. But the thing is, he’s so good at translating oral storytelling into writing that it really doesn’t need it. And the other thing is, even I’m not so ambitious as to pretend I could read an entire novel, much less expect you to listen to it. In the meantime, you should read it yourselves if you want:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1400043395/qid=1115434859/sr=8-1/ref=pd_csp_1/103-2798858-4415059?v=glance&s=books&n=507846
hey, where are the rest of your posts? it only shows 1 day now.
They’re archived of course, young blogmastresse! I’d only uploaded one new one for May, and the others seemed to have tucked themselves away to be with others of their monthly ilk. Will increase frequency when better days call… in the meantime, you should read one yourself and send to me…
I don’t know about this one… it’s a little “workshoppy” for my tastes, though the tension created in the final scene is superb. (Why do I cavil?) And the reading, of course, is as exquisite as ever.
thanks!