Never Let Me Go


7.5 Someone Has to Go

never let me go

As I was running my finger randomly over the spines of books in the library before the year end holiday, I came across this book. Vaguely remembering a movie of the same name, I luckily picked up this book from one of the Booker Prize acclaimed author. It was an interesting read to wrap up the year.

“We were being told and untold”

The children in the Hailsham wondered what mystery and conspiracies were brewing behind the closed doors and inaudible whispers. Mr. Ishiguro did the same masterfully to its readers. At the beginning, Hailsham looked like an ordinary boarding school. Children were reared in an idyllic English countryside in a fictional space parallel to the time when Walkmans were introduced. It is just like all of our childhood, full of fantasy, naivety and adventure, except the occasional mentioning of donor.

Then I frantically followed Kath, Ruth and Tommy and very much the rest of the book trying to figure out what donor is. Friendship, love, ego, misunderstanding, heartbreaking, all the growing up experiences were narrated in crisp and engaging details. But, there is always this lingering feeling that something is not at all normal. Seemingly unrelated incidents, unexplained behaviors by the guardians, grim atmosphere at the Cottage house were all hinting something here and there.

Then people started dying. One by one they were completed.

Two childhood friends embarked a journey to approach their last opportunity. Answers were given, but hope was nonetheless squashed. When they finally moved from the hysterical screaming to come to term with the haunting reality the much cherished reunion and happiness were turning sour. He didn’t even let her to be with him at the last minute.

They were different. They were treated differently. But they longed to be normal like every other normal people. How do you feel if you know your only purpose of living is to die? Ishiguro cold heartedly depicted a touching story, exploring a controversy from a whole new perspective. His writing was smooth and absorbing. He gracefully hid an emotionally engaging story in a seemingly emotionless words. All good being said, I still felt the story was incomplete. Something was hanging in the air. Interestingly there are couple of blank pages towards the end of the book, further intensifies a strong sense of incompleteness.

Or maybe I am just too lost in my thought? Maybe I should also go to Norfolk to find my lost treasures?

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