However, the conclusion that a life of blissful ignorance of the past is the key to happiness is tricky: we ARE what we remember, our whole consciousness of ourselves is made up of a bunch of memories, of signs of identity, without which we would be little more than other animals, unable to enjoy our lives in the recognition of who we are and who we have been, however painful some of those memories may be.
Of course, the solution consists in being able to live WITH our pasts, something most of us find difficult at times. Survivors of thing like the Holocaust are good examples of the challenges posed by the memories of horrible grievances and the need to go ahead with life, without it being contaminated, fatally, by memory.
The setting is certainly magical, even fantastical, and the images are very powerful, and Ishiguro's literature is poetical and eerie.
I loved the book, enjoyed reading it and definitely don't think that the author tried here to compete with Tolkien nor anything of the sort, but to write a memorable fable.
What do you think?
: Although it has been reviewed as a fantasy
: novel, I'm not certain that I think that it
: is. It's true that when a novelist mentions
: ogres in the first paragraph, you're
: unlikely to be reading straight naturalism,
: even naturalism set in a distant time
: period. It has also been reviewed as an
: allegory, but I don't think that's quite
: right either, at least not in the one-to-one
: correlation manner of The Pilgrim's
: Progress. I think that it is, among other
: things, a profound meditation on the
: benefits and losses of both remembering and
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