Etsuko is Japanese but lives in England. She remembers her life in Japan, the moments when her daughter was small. Yet it was suicide and despite his discomfort, Etsuko could consider death as sudden. In
plunging into her memories, she tries to find an explanation for the chronic depression of his daughter.
Kazuo Ishiguro's writing is full of finesse and subtlety and melancholy as it is so beautiful. I read several years ago The Remains of the Day, a novel which had already greatly enjoyed by its quaint side, intimate. Here we find these same issues, plus a description of postwar Japan.
It happens ultimately not much in the novels of this writer but it does not matter, this slow rhythm is perfect.
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