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By Chris Belden
| Wednesday, June 17, 2015 Off the Shelf
When I first read Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Remains of the Day, I was barely fifty
pages in before I was tempted to hurl the book out the window.
The
narrator—Stevens, a British butler pathologically devoted to maintaining the
dignity and restraint required of his position—was so repressed, so
buttoned-up, he was making me crazy. I had never encountered a more emotionally
distant first-person narrator.
Here he is on his favorite topic: “If one
looks at the matter objectively, one has to concede my father lacked various
attributes one may normally expect in a great butler.” ... READ
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