Six months later and another post about Kazuo Ishiguro. Ishiguro has perfected this combination of bitterness, nostalgia and regret through recollection. I really enjoy his approach toward memories, how they are affected by our current state of mind or how we willingly lead ourselves into self-deception through our thoughts of the past. Memory, I realize, …
When reading Kazuo Ishiguro, I always seem to be enveloped in a haze of confusion. Especially in When We Were Orphans, because Christopher Banks is not entirely trustworthy, not because of some kind of malicious intent but because he is relying on his own memories as a guide. This is what I find so interesting …
After being exposed to the unending hate that Holden receives from dozens of people, I decided to give The Catcher in the Rye a reread. I’ve never really understood the vehement support of a book requiring a relatable or likeable protagonist in order to be good. In this case there seems to be a lack …