one of kazuo ishiguro’s lesser talked about novels (when compared with things like remains of the day and the unconsoled). it’s a really great character piece about a man who has to rectify with his legacy as an artist, a father, and a human being, under the backdrop of post-war japan. ono as a narrator is captivating because of how stubbornly warped his recollection and interpretation of his own legacy and life is, and it’s really enthralling to see how ishiguro paints (no pun intended) the man as simultaneously sympathetic but unapologetically fixed in his mindset of his legacy. its a poignant book on the idiotic male obsession with image and legacy in the eyes of the broader world, as well as touching on themes of guilt and aging. really good read!
2d ago
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when I visited my friend Nico’s house last winter, they gave me their own copy of ‘The Remains of the day‘ presenting it as a book that changed their way of seeing life.
To be honest it is a very powerful and lovely novel, the characters feel very real but also very dreamlike, all of them are described with their own set of traits which makes this short novel a very nice time. it took a while for me to finish it but it’s very light. I wasn’t very familiar with Ishiguro’s work but this was a great introduction.
Mar 22, 2024
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an incredibly funny and bitter 1995 novel about an idyllic european city undergoing a cultural crisis. this book is relentless in its effort to confuse you. at no point do the book’s strange conventions explain or justify themselves - it’s on you to make sense of it. combine Kafka’s Amerika, Calvino’s If On a Winter’s Night a Traveler, and your most vivid dream from childhood and you’ll have some idea of how challenging and spellbinding this book is. Ishiguro doesn’t give a FUCK about following literary conventions, tying things up neatly, or holding the reader’s hand, and that’s what i love about it.
Jan 26, 2024
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On a Kazuo Ishiguro kick in the last few months. Fell for the beautiful, understated humanity of his work.
Feb 13, 2024
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it’s not suicidal ideation it’s something meaningfully different, the feeling of wanting to phase out of existence for a few days/weeks/months/years and come back when you’re ready. i feel like my entire life ive hinged my willingness to live on far flung dates in the future. i have a vivid memory of me being in 8 years old convincing myself everything will be alright if i can just live to see the premiere of the need for speed movie (i never watched it). the need to have something in the distance to live for is something i wish came endemically, but instead im constantly searching for whatever thing/person i need to stake my life on. it’s why i think i want to disappear for a bit, just to see if anything changes. maybe i need some r&r or maybe i need to get a grip. jury’s out.
6d ago
i used to find it strange how much emphasis i put on belonging. my mother impressed upon me as a child that sentimentality to a place was unnecessary and ultimately detrimental, her viewpoint forged by a detachment to the country she'd fled at 24 following two wars. i think that just made me grow to desire belonging more, alongside the fact that i was keenly aware of my status as an 'outsider' within the country i was raised in, a 'third culture kid' (i hate that term). i tried to fashion a home out of my highschool campus, lingering far beyond the end of school to greet the kids who were coming back from track and field practice or band, feeling as though i was a staple of their rest periods, staying over until late in the evening. that was cut short in 2020, i dont think i really recovered from it. i spent the first few years after high school convincing myself that i needn't a concrete, tangible place to belong and anchor myself to, that the tendency i had to linger around my old campus was holding me back, that instead i should look to belong to people rather than places. paradoxically, i instead learned to belong to my ex-partner's dorm room, where i'd nap before classes and linger while she'd be away, and would dread going back to my apartment and instead relish in the transient time spent out of time. the next few years i convinced myself that i did, in fact, need a place to belong to in this sprawlingly hostile city, somewhere where i felt welcomed yet simultaneously naturally blended in the background of. my vampiric constitution meant i had a hard time impressing myself upon cafes, clubs, libraries, or other third spaces, always feeling like i needed a direct invitation in, as though i somehow wasn't welcome; as though i wasn't human. i rubber-banded back to that initial predisposition i had when i first entered university, looking for someone whom i could attach myself to. and it worked for a while, i felt accomplished and i felt happy being in service and of use to somebody, but i realize now that was no real way to live, and that i'd largely shirked my own comfort and wants in favour of appeasement at all costs just for the chance at maybe finally belonging to something. ive begun going to the same coffee shops and bookstores on daily walks. its nice to feel recognized, to feel seen by other people and reciprocate that feeling back. i don't know how to live with it, but i want to stop living without it. i find a lot of hegel a little reductive, but the one point that neo-hegelians stress that i think is crucial is the need to see yourself reflected in others. go outside, talk to someone, but most importantly foster connections so you can see yourself reflected in other people and places.
2d ago
i’ve been going out more, i’ve been trying to stay sane, i’ve been mostly searching for confirmation that theres not something fundamentally and inextricably wrong with me. i think it’s easy to tacitly believe in your own worth but it’s harder to act in a way that respects yourself, it’s far easier to denigrate yourself to the point of worthlessness than it is to come to terms with the fact that you may still have potential and value. misery is an intoxicating and inviting feeling. there is a perverse pleasure in being miserable and convinced of your inalienable worthlessness. i’m looking for god in my city, i need to put my faith in something so i don’t blow my brains out. every time i pass a church i contemplate praying, im not even christian. there’s an allure to offloading all that exhausting heavy lifting of finding a reason to live over to some deity. i might ask a pastor or the next person i see if there’s any hope for my redemption. comment down below what you’re doing to stay sane
Jun 7, 2025