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This book is so slow. Everyone has to say every thought in their head in huge long blocks of text.

“I could see the piano in the middle of the empty stage, dimly lit from above by just one or two lights” (Ishiguro 518). 🎹💡

“Without waiting for a reply, I pushed my way past the break-fast trolley out into the corridor” (Ishiguro 517)🍳🏃

Ishiguro couldn’t have said it better when he called this novel an anxiety dream. The experience has made me question several existential concerns, especially alienation and its relationship to language. One thought that has lingered: to address one’s own alienation may itself be an act of alienation—often fueled by language and its inability to convey to others one’s genuine meaning—only to create an uneasy circuit.