I am so pleased that the Nobel Committee has awarded this year’s Prize for Literature to Kazuo Ishiguro. He joins a very short list of laureates (O’Neill, Steinbeck, Marquez) whose oeuvres I have had the pleasure of reading in full.
Ishiguro is most famous for Remains of the Day, I guess, but my personal favourite would be A Pale View of Hills.
Some years ago I wrote about his “very difficult” The Unconsoled which, even after two thorough readings, I still cannot fathom. But I suspect the difficulty, if there is one, is in my own mind rather than in the writing.
Maybe I’ll spend some of the winter catching up on other laureates.