Feb 26, 2006
'A masterpiece.' The Times
I finished the book I've been reading. The one I bought at Counterpoint back in the spring of 2003 and would read for a bit and then abandon for months. The one I bought because the cover was sort of pretty and lonely, and the book was very thick, which always attracts me for some reason. It's called The Unconsoled, was written by Kazuo Ishiguro, and was without contest the most infuriating book I've ever read. I'm glad I finished it. I didn't hate it. But for some reason, passage after passage would just confound me with a mixture of impatience and frustration. If there is a city in the world where people actually do behave and talk like they did in this book, I hope that it ceases to exist before I ever stumble upon it. Although the description of plates of breakfast in the very last pages made me want to visit there very much.
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