The unconsoled by Kazuo Ishiguro
Published: Published 1995 by Faber and Faber
Genre: Fiction, dystopian, science fiction, speculative fiction
I love going into books without expectations or any knowledge of what it’s about. Other times I have to look to reviews to figure out what it is I’m reading. This was one of those books for me. After 100 pages I was wondering where this was going, because to me, it felt like it was going nowhere.
Ryder is a renowned pianist that arrives at a hotel where he is to star in a concert set up in his honor. From the second he arrives he is pulled in aimless different directions and my frustration only grew as the plot seemed to go nowhere.
I started lagging in my reading, and on a 13 hour flight, I hardly read any at all. (If that’s not a bad sign, then I don’t know what it!) so I ran to goodreads to find a carrot to pull me forward in the story. Was this going somewhere good? Was it worth sticking with it?
What I found was a book that was going nowhere was actually about things going nowhere, wasted opportunities and wasted time. I can’t help but laugh at that, because it’s story is it’s own fate and I’m not willing to waste my time reading about wasted time.
I can’t really say anything else or review it at all, cause I’m abandoning it. Maybe if it wasn’t 535 pages long I could stick through it, but it just doesn’t seem worth it at this point.