A review by writerreader
The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro

1.75

The kind of useless navel gazing British (or maybe just western, in the US this would have taken the form of some suburban angst book) book about myopic people that doesn't truly dive into the issue and only gives us subtlety-porn, which, I suppose, is what wins you Nobel prizes in lit. Someone should do a profile of the Nobel Lit prize committee. Nevermind its insularity, I'm guessing that such a profile will prove to be the best non-chemical sleep aid known to humankind. 

edit: Just read the AI summation of all the other reviews:

"The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro is a poignant and introspective novel that is a perfect fit for readers who appreciate nuanced explorations of loyalty, class, and regret, and are drawn to character-driven stories that delve into the complexities of human relationships and the quiet struggles of the human heart."

Huh, suppose when you put it that way...