A review by moonpix
When We Were Orphans by Kazuo Ishiguro

2.0

At first I took this as a novel similar to (if immediately recognisable as lesser than) The Remains of the Day, but as the unreliability of the narration increased to pure unreality it began to seem much more like The Unconsoled. In all these novels the extent to which Ishiguro commits to his smooth, anonymous style somewhat ironically makes him one of our most distinctive contemporary writers. Unfortunately here style and detective plots conspire against each other and you're left feeling confused and even a little annoyed.