I'm a sucker for a strange premise, and this book delivers: every home in this suburb in an unnamed country has a room prepared for the president, should the leader ever arrive. Spare and mysterious, I read this brief book in one enthralling sitting.
I was quickly captivated by Ishiguro's new novel, a profound and heartbreaking exploration of what it means to be human--and whether we're really more loving than our artificially intelligent creations. Narrated by an unusually observant "artificial friend" named Klara, her supplications to the sun, and her careful but determined navigation of the fields surrounding her home, had me thinking a lot about the relationship between nature and technology.
Capitalism and surrealism collide in this weird and sharp novel about a temp worker. It's a tale that includes a locket containing the talking ashes of a chairman, a pirate ship, an assassin, barnacles and eighteen boyfriends (each with their own purpose). Absurd and funny, devastating and moving. I am here for all of it.
