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

5.0

Oh I did not expect this strange, delightful book to be so devastating as well. Ishiguro gets so into his character— I’ve rarely read one so fleshed out before and it makes him all the more sympathetic. A book about indecision, about performance of all types, about possession, loyalty, dignity. Last sentence particularly got me. Thinking back on my old coworkers in food service jobs who pissed me off so bad cause they had sticks up their asses and took shit way too seriously with newfound, I don’t know, sympathy? Stevens pissed me off too. But I was devastated by his character. The tension between being a possession, a pawn in a system, and possessing one’s own destiny. Loved miss kenton. Diva.