Title: Hey, Mr Ishiguro, may I have three hours of my life back?
Product review: Dreadful. A beautifully written piece of nothing. I suppose there was a story in there somewhere, but the layers of impression and nuance and deliberate disorientation thoroughly destroyed any plot there may have been to begin with. I actually suspect that there was no plot to this novel, if it can even be called such. As prose, 'tis written well. As a novel, however, it blows.Consoled myself afterwards by reading the far superior The Remains Of The Day again.
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