Impressions from the reading life
That was a book very hard to get into. But once I did, I really enjoyed it, yet on a different level than usual. The language is cumbersome, and Stevens, the protagonist and narrator, not what you'd call likeable.
Since his idea of dignity is being a butler always, except when he "is entirely alone", his constant acting gets in the way of communicating and finding his own individuality.
So it was left to the reader to read between the lines.
It worked for me, and in the end I was moved to tears, while at the same time cursing Stevens for his stubborness. What Ishiguro managed to do here is genius.