The final consolation for us unconsoled


Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Are we how we actually are or what people see and the feelings they have for us? In a very special way, this book addresses these matters in a revelatory way that only strongly imaginative and often oblique fiction fashions for itself BY itself…. an autonomous release of an empathic entity by those special artifice friends like Ishiguro who have chosen to facilitate such releases of artifice into the public domain. The final consolation for us unconsoled, ever on the tantalising brink of it being grasped… Bespoke for each of us. The Aiaigasa of Author and Another like me. Resisting Proprietary Observation. The Atrial Fibrillaters…

The detailed review of this book posted elsewhere under my name is too long or impractical to post here.
Above is one of my observations at the time of this review:

“The heart may think it knows better: The senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.”
— Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart (1938)

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