Kazuo Ishiguro is awesome.
I read Remains of the Day in high school or maybe it was during my undergrad. In either case, when I was quite young, and then I had my book drought when his next couple books came out. I think I’ll go back and have a look, based on Never Let Me Go, which I picked up on a whim while killing time waiting for a movie.
It’s about a young woman who is being raised to be an organ donor. In this fictional mid-’90s Britain, clones are raised through to adolescence in order to donate until they are dead. Ishiguro’s narrator, Kathy, is an uncertain, detached, yet eagle-eyed observer whose brief life manages to encompass the same kind of bittersweet combinations of victories and regret that made Remains such a tearjerker.
Because when I’m reading or watching a movie for fun, I want to cry. And I did.