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Cannonball Read III: Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

By Tits McGee | Posted Under Book Reviews | Comments (12)



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I’ve made minor changes to this review, so that there could be no accusations of “spoilering.”—TU


Like many other Cannonball readers, I picked Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro for my inaugural read in January. This decision meant that I found myself on an airplane flying somewhere between Vancouver and Costa Rica curled over wet pages, crying as quietly as I could manage. For me, this novel was powerful without being triumphant or depressing, and I was floored.

Never Let Me Go follows the story of 3 students at Hailsham, a secluded boarding school in England. The school, at first, seems like any other boarding school. However, Ishiguro deftly reveals the differences between Hailsham and the rest of the world and the reader learns what makes Hailsham special slowly, at the same pace as the students.

As the story progressed, I found myself in awe of the precision and intent of the author. This world mirrors so closely the bittersweet memories of adolescence, and I found it easy to identify some aspect of each of the characters in my own adolescence. Every small betrayal, every whispered secret and stifled giggle, seemed rooted in a very real, very possible world. Even the larger plot around who and what the students are seemed possible. In fact, considering how good we all are at justifying and closing our eyes to injustices that are carefully and quietly occurring to someone else, it seems possible, even probable that schools like this could exist.

One of the things that makes this book so special is that the characters never make a decision that they wouldn’t naturally make. The characters don’t follow the plot, the plot follows the characters and this is something that is becoming too rare in a world where books are written with the intent of being made into a blockbuster. I believed that [this character] would betray [that character] and that [that character], unasked, would forgive [the first character], even help her. That [the first character] would eventually make things right and that [another character] would make the wrong decisions, then the right one, and then ones that I wasn’t so sure about. I believed that the teachers would try and then fail, but still make things somewhat palatable. I believed that the other character, the outside world, would stiffen at the sight of these children. That it would turn its back and shut its eyes.

There is no room for heroics, or easy answers in Ishiguro’s world. While I found myself praying to the literary gods that someone would show up and play this role, it would have done the story a great disservice. Instead, the author opted for quiet heroes and small triumphs, and this makes the story all the more powerful. It isn’t about the heroes, it’s about how these children grow up, how they live their lives and how they come to terms with their purpose and even find happiness within the constraints that they are given.

The narrative flow is beautifully constructed. The author shifts back and forth between the past and the present without making the reader feel pulled through time. Ishiguro managed to construct a first-person narrative that carries the reader through a typical awkward adolescence to a tarnished adulthood. Given that the book has been made into a movie and that the premise is hinted at towards the beginning of the novel, the reader likely knows more about the characters’ lives than the characters do, which makes it all the more painful and poignant as the characters start to realize their purpose and how little power they actually have over the path of their own lives.

While Ishiguro plays with some very heavy and sad themes, he never dives into despair, though he could easily have taken this route. He chooses to write about Hailsham rather than the other boarding schools with similar students where the conditions were much worse. He chooses a main character who is resilient and capable, instead of one who would weaken and fall apart with the realization of their purpose, or one who would attempt heroics and fail dramatically. Ishiguro has written a novel that in the hands of inferior talent would become either depressing or unrealistically triumphant, and by dancing somewhere in between, I believe he has created a classic.

I wish I could find something to criticize, but this novel has earned a permanent spot on my bookshelf, and I suspect that high school English students will be writing book reports on this novel for some time to come.


For more of Tits McGee’s reviews, check out the Cannonball Read III blog. And while you’re there, check out the other reviews of Never Let Me Go, which, as Tits McGee pointed out, has been a popular book with the Cannonballers.

This review is part of Cannonball Read III. For more info, click here

This book was made into a movie, which came out last year. You can check out Prisco’s review here. Warning! There are spoilers there in case you want to read the book.









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Comments

I loved this book. There's something very perfect about the way he lets us see children at their most trusting and innocent (their joy in the discarded second-hand toys) while we know how deep society has betrayed them. The book made me very sad but also incredibly angry: I don't think we're too far away from a society where these things happen.

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 10, 2011 9:39 AM

My favorite book from that year by one of my favorite authors. I just love the exposition in all his works, except for The Unconsoled which drove me nuts.

Posted by: sars at March 10, 2011 9:55 AM

I was pulled back to this book recently, after listening to a panel discuss the merits and drawbacks of striking down the current ban on selling organs on NPR. I remembered how Ishiguro made his story feel real. How that story left me knotted up inside. How I was depressed for days after reading, ashamed of the human race. Hoping that human empathy would prevent anything like this from happening. And being incredibly doubtful about it. Fast forward a few years, and I’m sitting at my desk in 2011, listening to real people talk about real actions that might lead to the creation of making this book a reality. And I swear I tasted bile in my mouth.

This is an incredible book. And I love this review. Particularly this: ”…considering how good we all are at justifying and closing our eyes to injustices that are carefully and quietly occurring to someone else, it seems possible, even probable that schools like this could exist.” How incredibly sad. And true.

Posted by: Scully at March 10, 2011 9:58 AM

I haven't read this yet, but as I read it, I was reminded of a book that hit me the same way. When I read "Angelas Ashes" it really made me cry for the writer.

Even knowing that Frank McCort went on to become a professor and have a good life, it still broke my heart to read.

I don't know if I can go through that again.

Posted by: Uncle JR at March 10, 2011 10:33 AM

I got about 1/2 of the way through and couldn't finish. I know this is blasphemy and I know this is a wonderful book. It's just a wonderful book I happened not to like (see Marquez, Gabriel Garcia, collected works of). And I really like Ishiguro, too.

Posted by: samantha t at March 10, 2011 10:34 AM

"He chooses to write about Hailsham rather than the other boarding schools with similar students where the conditions were much worse. He chooses a main character who is resilient and capable, instead of one who would weaken and fall apart with the realization of their purpose, or one who would attempt heroics and fail dramatically. Ishiguro has written a novel that in the hands of inferior talent would become either depressing or unrealistically triumphant, and by dancing somewhere in between"

Well...if that didn't catch my attention, I don't know what would.

Posted by: DeistBrawler at March 10, 2011 3:44 PM

i knew this would be better than the poorly executed movie. will have to read this.

Posted by: Candice Frederick at March 10, 2011 8:27 PM

Samantha, you're not alone. I'm ashamed to admit that I found the writing so opaque and remote that I just couldn't finish it. But Tits' passage that Deist highlighted makes me want to read it again.

Posted by: seed at March 10, 2011 9:56 PM

I'm glad to hear that so many other people enjoyed it as much as I did. I'll have to pick up some of his other books.

Uncle JR - I had a copy of Angela's Ashes sitting on my shelf for some time before I finally donated it. I never got up the courage to even open it, because I had heard so many people say it is incredibly depressing. This book is sad, and thought-provoking, but not depressing. It could have been, but the author somehow avoided that. That said, I specifically looked for something uplifting/funny after this one.

Posted by: Tits McGee at March 10, 2011 10:33 PM

Samantha - It took me awhile to get into it, but I really enjoyed Love in the Time of Cholera. That said, I have a problem putting down books once I've started them so if a book takes awhile to get started I'll still finish it. There is only one I stopped partway through and that's the Fellowship of the Ring (talk about blasphemy), which I also consider a wonderful book that I didn't like.

Posted by: Tits McGee at March 10, 2011 10:34 PM

I didn't like it as much as McGee either, but I didn't hate it either. Probably because I saw the movie first, and that shining aura of Carey Mulligan hovered about the film and the subsequent reading like a thick fog, making everything look good while hiding the actual goddamn narrative and character.

It's also baffling to see just how different the characters were from the film and the book.

Posted by: FDBluth at March 11, 2011 2:50 AM

I don't get the movie hate -- I just watched it and came to Pajiba for validation and all I hear is boos. Reading this review of the book -- everything said here resonated exactly with how I am feeling having just watched the movie (and effing balled my eyes out). I think it was a very skillfully crafted movie and deserves more love!

The Remains of the Day is the only of his novels that I've read and it was beautiful. This one is now on my list, though I'm not sure I can stomach it soon.

Posted by: Giv at March 30, 2011 4:07 AM