I finished getting reacquainted with Ishiguro's Remains of the Day this morning. I have the pleasant duty of supervising a student who's doing something on it for his extended essay and thought I'd better brush up on the finer details. Now that's what I call having work that can really be enjoyed. I suppose the novel is one of the best recent examples of the use of an unreliable narrator, with the nice irony that Stevens is so wonderfully reliable. Also a profound exploration of the outmoded, possibly discredited, notion of dignity. Does Stevens keep his? Curiously, I think he does, despite everything.
Hello Mr. Connor.
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Belated Selamat Hari Raya!
Thanks Jonathan. Appreciated.
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