Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro (2005)

As in Remains of the Day, we have here a first-person narrator who has been defined by society as a servant, and who both relishes and resents the role. In this case the speaker is not a butler but a member of a race of clones created by modern science in order to provide organs for non-clone people who fall ill and need new livers, etc. The novel doesn’t satisfy as a Blade Runner or THX 1138 style dystopian sci-fi because the main point never seems to be social critique. Nor does it satisfy as a Remains of the Day-like repressed love story, because the protagonists have very small inner lives and even those come off as etherized. The only way I can have any fun reading this is if I think of it as an allegory about the English public school system. A minor and to be honest kind of nauseating book by an author I admire.

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