Magnifying Memories: Kazuo Ishiguro's When We Were Orphans: WWII

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Top 1.   Nov 30, 2002 10:28 PM

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I think A pale view of hills was ishiguro's best work. And I liked Unconsoled better than When we were Orphans. I sort of think of When we were Orphans as Unconsoled with a climax at the end. Ishiguro is changing his style and experimenting but there are themes that he has that he can't shake off. I agree, the stuff that Ishiguro writes is like something unfolding that you "see". That's how I remember his books. Those strands of time, those bittersweet moments that are frozen. All his books have it. When Banks as a kid is forced to decide between his mother and "uncle" and his father that one moment comes to mind. They make us remember our own childhood and past because we all have them. Those random moments that we remember for years and years although we can't really say why. But memory is not perfect. And maybe we do know why we remember those memories but don't want to admit it to ourselves.
I've read all of ishiguro's work but I can't say i've really liked anything other than a pale view of hills. But i'll probably read the next book he writes as soon as i can get a copy. Weird huh?

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