What the actual fuck did I just waste months of my life on. I spent 535 pages convinced that SOMETHING, ANYTHING would eventually happen or some sort of clarity to be revealed, but it NEVER DID. I knew I didn't like Ishiguro's writing, but my god, is he just a master of trolling his publishers with straight garbage and jumbles of words that have no meaning?
I guess what he does well is create the ambiance of a real dream that you're trapped in and can't make sense of. But that's where any praise ends. The experience is extremely unpleasant, stifling, and at times, like you're straight up being gagged. Conversations are mundane and everyone takes five hours to spit one coherent thought out.
The book is divided into parts, and every time I would get to the beginning of a new one, some fresh hope would awaken in me that something would change. But no, FALSE. WHY BREAK THE STORY INTO PARTS IF NO TIME OCCURS BETWEEN THEM, AND NO SHIFT HAPPENS IN THE STORY? JUST TO TORTURE US????
And why even introduce plot points if you're never going to explain them? Sattler? WHO THE FUCK IS HE WTF. Gustav? DO YOU KNOW HIM OR NOT WTF.
I hate this book. I hate it so much. I'm so glad it's over. That's all I can even say.
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