Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

This was a slow start, but as I so often find, continuing with it led to something sublime and heartbreaking. It’s written in an anecdotal narrative, and without spoiling it, this suits the eventual revelations, which are fed to you in small pieces throughout the book.

I kind of wished I’d not read the reviews on Goodreads moments after I finished it, still raw and deeply moved by the book but I resisted the urge to post all caps rants about what philistines they were.

I could use a hug right now, if there are any volunteers and although it’s painful, it’s beautiful as well. A sadness that you can prepare for, isn’t half as bad as the sudden twists of fate that break us all in one way or another.

The likes of Ishiguro scare the crap out of me as a writer, they may not sell millions of books but they’re perfect examples of slipstream literature in that they can touch upon different subjects from evocative angles.

8 thoughts on “Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

    1. I have to choose between Susanna Clarke and David Peace now, which is worrying although I’m veering towards Peace as it’s Tokyo Year Zero which looks brutal.

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      1. Haha. That’s how I feel after I finish one of Murakami’s books. I need to immediately dip my world in a story with a lighter plot to stay sane.

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      2. Now he’s on my list of writers that I want to read. Can you recommend anything especially good by him?

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    1. It’s not an immediate read but then I think that instant gratification is overrated. I’m at work, and I can’t tell the office that I’ve had my heart broken by a book.

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