Kazuo, don’t let me down (you
have found her, now go and get her)! Seriously, I picked this book from the
Blackheath book sale because it was meant to be one of his best novels, and I
was really quite disappointed.
While it is interesting
reading about an artist who was “on the wrong side” during WWII and his
justification for his actions, I find the prose and its tones to be, quite
frankly, way too bland and pastel-like. On top of that, I’ve always found
artists who don’t engage in politics because they are preoccupied with the “floating
world” (or at least they are telling themselves that) to be the antinomy of a
true artist.
Maybe, had I not had high expectations
from this book, I would have enjoyed it more – but I hold Ishiguro to a (much)
higher standard than this…
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