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, can be an unreliable thing; often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances in which one remembers.