Somehow, Ishiguro has written a book that Sarah found both boring and emotionally devastating at the same time. The banality of the language is part of the darkness of this semi-dystopian trip inside the mind of Klara, a solar-powered artificial friend who is generally treated like crap by the humans around her. The novel is a masterpiece by the Nobel laureate who wrote Remains of the Day, but it’s not a beach read. We see the world unfold through Klara’s childlike vision, and her innocence prevents her from recognising that nobody really cares about her. Despite that, the robot is the most human character in the book. It’s a book about hope, even in its darkness. If you’re looking for something that will absolutely ruin you in a ponderous and meditative way then read Klara and the Sun. You sicko.
Somehow, Ishiguro has written a book that Sarah found both boring and emotionally devastating at the same time. The banality of the language is part of the darkness of this semi-dystopian trip inside the mind of Klara, a solar-powered artificial friend who is generally treated like crap by the humans around her.
The novel is a masterpiece by the Nobel laureate who wrote Remains of the Day, but it’s not a beach read. We see the world unfold through Klara’s childlike vision, and her innocence prevents her from recognising that nobody really cares about her. Despite that, the robot is the most human character in the book.
It’s a book about hope, even in its darkness. If you’re looking for something that will absolutely ruin you in a ponderous and meditative way then read Klara and the Sun. You sicko.