The novel by Kazuo Ishiguro
At first the casual, confiding tone of the the story makes it seem almost banal. It is set in the late 1990s and we are inside the head of the narrator, Kathy H. , a ‘carer’ who is reassessing her life and reminiscing about her schooldays. These were spent at a private boarding school with an emphasis on the creative arts. Increasingly we become aware that some of the details she mentions are strange-the weekly medical inspections, the lack of contact with the outside world. Though the pupils were told that much was expected of them, what was it that they were not being told? What did they really know about themselves and at what age, Kathy questions, as she looks back into the past. When did they first hear about ‘donations’ or ‘completion’? Hints emerged, she recalls, but quite naturally they did not dwell on them. I was struck by how true this is of childhood and adolescence where one's inevitable conditioning offers little alternative perspective from which to question life.
So it is that a claustrophobic atmosphere is created and an underlying mystery keeps one turning the pages. Kathy also examines her formative friendships. As an adolescent she could hardly admit to her feelings for Tommy or free herself from the wish to be allied to her dominating friend Ruth. When they are older, still confused by her feelings for them both, she resigns herself to Ruth's claim on Tommy and it is only much later, almost too late that she can admit she loves him and can be loved in return.
Rather than disclose the basis of the story it seems more important to say how profoundly disturbing I found the book. I saw in it the reflection of the fact that for most of the time we are quite unaware of the fact of our own death. The parallel world that Kazuo Ishiguro has created in such faithful detail is an allegory for the way we live our lives – one is reminded of the fable about the magician who so hypnotised his sheep that in their contentment they were quite happily unaware that they were being bred for slaughter.