Title: A troubling disregard for literary conventions
Product review: I finished this book expecting a payoff that never came. Sure, you could say that it's an interesting character study of an eastern european community of indeterminate size, but I call it lazy--like the author who kills the main character at the end because he can't think of any other way to end the book. Ishiguro takes liberties with time, distance, and perspective that do little to reinforce elements of plot, and also make the reader question the protagonist's validity as a voice. Rather than being charming or interesting, they quickly become tiresome, and make one think that Ishiguro's editor must have been asleep at the wheel. Many of the characters speak with an identical voice (which incidentally sounds suspiciously like Stevens in _Remains_of_the_Day_). Definitely a book to avoid
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