One of the reasons why I love the writings of Kazuo Ishiguro is because of the way he manages to oversimplify life. His works are the epitome of simplicity and he manages to capture even dark histories in brightly colored capsules of text. Maybe that’s why I respect Ishiguro’s works are some of the finest fiction available.
I am hours away from my first exam (being in an environment where it pays to be calculative). And I feel nothing like the protagonists born to Ishiguro’s pen. In me, there is none of the order and conservativeness that his Japanese characters embody. Something in me wishes there was a way to return to the good old Victorian days but Einstein seems to have put an end to that possibility. In a way everything that is done in this school is being done for some materialistic reason that consistently fail to comprehend.
For some reason, I am tempted to offer another (another because those who know me will testify to my affinity to the man)Machiavelli writing, – “Of mankind we may say in general they are fickle, hypocritical, and greedy of gain“. Perhaps I’m being hypocritical in the penning of these lines, perhaps I’m the greedy one, but who know? Maybe Ishiguro will remind me that the glass is always half full.
