Never Let Me Go

by Kazuo Ishiguro

I’m sure somewhere in your childhood, you too had an experience like ours that day; similar if not in the actual details, then inside, in the feelings.

‘What is it? What is it? What can it be that thwarts us?’

‘But I will not be coerced! Oh no! And neither will Hailsham!’

discussing with an invisible colleague

we chose to punish her by hauling her out of bed, holding her face against the window pane

Songs After Dark and it’s by Judy Bridgewater.

I should

The first person narration really draws you in. It’s almost like someone is really recounting these events because often it happens when you’re recalling a past event that there’s a story within a story.

A lost corner.

In those days I had this secret game.

“Listen, Tommy, your art, it is important. And not just because it’s evidence. But for your own sake. You’ll get a lot from it, just for yourself.”’

Because sometimes I just really, really need to do it.’

a clone model?”

Tommy seemed to become aware for the first time just how frail she was.

It wasn’t him on that table, trying to cling onto life.

‘Oh, come on. You remember. We found it in a magazine in some lane. Near a puddle. You were really taken by it. Don’t pretend you don’t remember.’

So for a long time you were kept in the shadows, and people did their best not to think about you.

‘You poor creatures,’

‘But that’s a funny idea. Maybe I did know, somewhere deep down. Something the rest of you didn’t.’