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Bei Anbruch der Nacht
Eine Liebeserklärung an die Musik und wie sie es vermag, Menschen zueinander zu führen, Enttäuschungen zu überwinden und menschliche Schwächen zu verzeihen. Ein betörender Erzählzyklus, der auf eindrucksvolle Weise die Schicksale seiner Figuren mit ihrer Liebe zur Musik verknüpft.
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First published May 5, 2009
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Kazuo Ishiguro
79 books41.7k followersSir Kazuo Ishiguro (カズオ・イシグロ or 石黒 一雄), OBE, FRSA, FRSL is a British novelist of Japanese origin and Nobel Laureate in Literature (2017). His family moved to England in 1960. Ishiguro obtained his Bachelor's degree from the University of Kent in 1978 and his Master's from the University of East Anglia's creative writing course in 1980. He became a British citizen in 1982. He now lives in London.
His first novel, A Pale View of Hills, won the 1982 Winifred Holtby Memorial Prize. His second novel, An Artist of the Floating World, won the 1986 Whitbread Prize. Ishiguro received the 1989 Man Booker prize for his third novel The Remains of the Day. His fourth novel, The Unconsoled, won the 1995 Cheltenham Prize. His latest novel is The Buried Giant, a New York Times bestseller. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature 2017.
His novels An Artist of the Floating World (1986), When We Were Orphans (2000), and Never Let Me Go (2005) were all shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize.
In 2008, The Times ranked Ishiguro 32nd on their list of "The 50 Greatest British Writers Since 1945". In 2017, the Swedish Academy awarded him the Nobel Prize in Literature, describing him in its citation as a writer "who, in novels of great emotional force, has uncovered the abyss beneath our illusory sense of connection with the world".
His first novel, A Pale View of Hills, won the 1982 Winifred Holtby Memorial Prize. His second novel, An Artist of the Floating World, won the 1986 Whitbread Prize. Ishiguro received the 1989 Man Booker prize for his third novel The Remains of the Day. His fourth novel, The Unconsoled, won the 1995 Cheltenham Prize. His latest novel is The Buried Giant, a New York Times bestseller. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature 2017.
His novels An Artist of the Floating World (1986), When We Were Orphans (2000), and Never Let Me Go (2005) were all shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize.
In 2008, The Times ranked Ishiguro 32nd on their list of "The 50 Greatest British Writers Since 1945". In 2017, the Swedish Academy awarded him the Nobel Prize in Literature, describing him in its citation as a writer "who, in novels of great emotional force, has uncovered the abyss beneath our illusory sense of connection with the world".
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October 16, 2010
I have a problem with Kazuo Ishiguro. And my problem with Nocturnes is the same one I had with his last novel, Never Let Me Go: I can't figure out why I didn't like it more.
Despite his deceivingly simple prose I am very aware of his tremendous skill. I find many of his themes fascinating. I am sufficiently interested in his characters to keep on reading. I admire his resistance against easy resolutions or explicative characterizations. I marvel at his ability to create moments that are truly funny or touching or absurd without overplaying those moments. But his words don't bubble in my brain days after I've consumed them. The people in his stories seem like interesting strangers who pique my curiosity only for the length of time that they are in front of me. I don't doubt their authenticity as real people but I don't necessarily want to form long-term relationships with them. Something seems to keep me from fully connecting.
One of his favorite themes seems to be denial. The way we deny our own mortality, the realities of the life we lead, the disconnect between our own grand perception of ourselves and our lowly stations in the eyes of the world. Fascinating stuff, I think, and aptly realized in these stories yet at the conclusion of each I invariably think, "so what?" Perhaps the problem is that he raises questions but refuses to provide answers, or even the slightest inclination of a hint. Perhaps the problem is that denial and impotence are so omnipresent in the worlds he creates. When every single character seems to be living an unfulfilled life it's hard to sympathize with any one. Perhaps the only way I can appreciate Ishiguro is to take his ideas outside of the world of his stories, to leave behind the stories altogether, and consider them in another way that is meaningful to me. But to do that would contradict my belief in what stories, and fiction writers, should do.
Like I said, it's my problem.
Despite his deceivingly simple prose I am very aware of his tremendous skill. I find many of his themes fascinating. I am sufficiently interested in his characters to keep on reading. I admire his resistance against easy resolutions or explicative characterizations. I marvel at his ability to create moments that are truly funny or touching or absurd without overplaying those moments. But his words don't bubble in my brain days after I've consumed them. The people in his stories seem like interesting strangers who pique my curiosity only for the length of time that they are in front of me. I don't doubt their authenticity as real people but I don't necessarily want to form long-term relationships with them. Something seems to keep me from fully connecting.
One of his favorite themes seems to be denial. The way we deny our own mortality, the realities of the life we lead, the disconnect between our own grand perception of ourselves and our lowly stations in the eyes of the world. Fascinating stuff, I think, and aptly realized in these stories yet at the conclusion of each I invariably think, "so what?" Perhaps the problem is that he raises questions but refuses to provide answers, or even the slightest inclination of a hint. Perhaps the problem is that denial and impotence are so omnipresent in the worlds he creates. When every single character seems to be living an unfulfilled life it's hard to sympathize with any one. Perhaps the only way I can appreciate Ishiguro is to take his ideas outside of the world of his stories, to leave behind the stories altogether, and consider them in another way that is meaningful to me. But to do that would contradict my belief in what stories, and fiction writers, should do.
Like I said, it's my problem.
June 8, 2017
The music of the past will always remain in the past. In the future new notes can and will be played. Ishiguro explores the themes of love and loss. In letting go of the past, one can move forward and embrace new things. Getting stuck is detrimental, and sometimes love is forsaken (foolishly?) for the sake of such things.
So this collection of stories is deep and, at times, deeply moving. The first few had a haunting like effect. They played on my minds for days, as I imagined what I would do in such a situation. Central to each one was a failure or a misjudgement; the relationships break down in each case because of an over concern with image or societal success. Lovers become disenchanted, husbands become inadequate and wives become intolerable. Achievements (or lack thereof) are placed above individuality, character and personal feelings.
Music is used to show alternate roads characters could have taken; it triggers memories and feelings often repressed and forgotten. It’s also a way of connecting with people, of a moment in time, the music symbolised a ling held bond as the notes reinforce states that will never die. It’s also a way of life for a musician; it is their passion and their means for survival. By exploring such themes Ishiguro weaves five very individual stories together but some are very forced. For example, the idea of “five stories of music and nightfall” imply a certain atmosphere the stories did not deliver.
Granted, some were more successful than others and each was told with an eloquence of expression only masterful prose writers can achieve. That being said though, the themes were pushed to breaking point. Seemingly, it was like the stories were stretched around the ideas behind them rather than the writing being produced with a sense of naturalness. I found this particularly so with “Cellist” and “Nocturnes.” They let the collection down. Personally, I don’t feel like this is much of a collection. The stories don’t work together despite crossovers in characters on a couple of occasions.
This book could have been great, but the writing shies just short of such a thing. Ishiguro can, and has, done much better in the past.
So this collection of stories is deep and, at times, deeply moving. The first few had a haunting like effect. They played on my minds for days, as I imagined what I would do in such a situation. Central to each one was a failure or a misjudgement; the relationships break down in each case because of an over concern with image or societal success. Lovers become disenchanted, husbands become inadequate and wives become intolerable. Achievements (or lack thereof) are placed above individuality, character and personal feelings.
Music is used to show alternate roads characters could have taken; it triggers memories and feelings often repressed and forgotten. It’s also a way of connecting with people, of a moment in time, the music symbolised a ling held bond as the notes reinforce states that will never die. It’s also a way of life for a musician; it is their passion and their means for survival. By exploring such themes Ishiguro weaves five very individual stories together but some are very forced. For example, the idea of “five stories of music and nightfall” imply a certain atmosphere the stories did not deliver.
Granted, some were more successful than others and each was told with an eloquence of expression only masterful prose writers can achieve. That being said though, the themes were pushed to breaking point. Seemingly, it was like the stories were stretched around the ideas behind them rather than the writing being produced with a sense of naturalness. I found this particularly so with “Cellist” and “Nocturnes.” They let the collection down. Personally, I don’t feel like this is much of a collection. The stories don’t work together despite crossovers in characters on a couple of occasions.
This book could have been great, but the writing shies just short of such a thing. Ishiguro can, and has, done much better in the past.
March 12, 2021
I´ve read the book “Beim Anbruch der Nacht” written by Kazuo Ishiguro. This book is based on 5 short stories, which are all about music and musicians. In comparison to his novels you can see a completely different side of the author, but I have to say that his other literature and Romans are on higher level.
In this other side, I did not get closer to Ishiguro. His characters seem artificial, even linguistically I found these stories not strong enough.
I had read much better of him before.
In this other side, I did not get closer to Ishiguro. His characters seem artificial, even linguistically I found these stories not strong enough.
I had read much better of him before.
April 24, 2014
Let’s start with the obvious, I love this guy’s writing. I mean, he could write a book about the problems associated with the Estonian public transport system as a legacy of Soviet era planning and I think it is just possible I would still be utterly enthralled. I’m saying this because it is pretty important you understand that this isn’t really going to be an ‘objective’ review – whatever that might mean.
This one was nothing like any of the other books of his I have read. That might seem fairly obvious given this is a book of short stories and the others were all novels, but I mean even for a guy who tends to mix up his style of writing, these were still a bit of a surprise.
I’m reading some Bourdieu at the moment, his Distinction, and he is talking about how music is one of those things that really distinguishes between social classes. He says this is partly the case because music is so difficult to talk about. Even when you know lots about music, after you have talked about technique you are often left with adjectives and little else. Roland Barthes says much the same thing. But one of the things that certainly distinguishes social classes when it comes to music is that the further up the ladder you go, the more likely you are to have played a musical instrument and therefore the more likely you are to have had a kind of intimate relationship with music that others who have never played a musical instrument are unlikely to have had. There is a story in this collection that puts this idea to the test, but clearly, how characters relate to music is one of the driving ideas of this book.
There are unexpected links in these stories. Sometimes it is the music, sometimes a setting, sometimes a character will reappear, or rather be seen afresh. I kept thinking during this that a lesser writer might have overdone this. The other thing is that none of these stories really resolve – at least, not in that satisfying way that lets you close a book and feel all the pieces of the story have fallen into place. It is also true that very many of the characters here are not at all ‘nice’. This is particularly true of a couple of the narrators who are really annoying, (part of the reason this is getting four stars) almost exactly the sorts of people that you would run a mile from rather than talk to. It is a rare author who can put you in the head of such a character and not have you pack in the story half way through. I never wanted to stop reading, but still, I didn't enjoy being in some of these characters' heads.
Some of the most interesting characters here are women – but interestingly, we invariably get to see these women through the eyes of a male narrator. Often this narrator is a couple of degrees of separation away from the actual woman we are interested in. A useful question to ask when you are reading fiction is ‘how could they know that?’ – I think that question is particularly useful in reading these stories.
All the same, it is interesting to notice how often in these stories women are expected to give up virtually everything to help the man in their life achieve what they were setting out to achieve. Even when the women barely know the man and is insulted by him, there is still an expectation she will 'come good' for him and help him succeed. This book could have been called, “The women behind the men.” There is barely a male in the book that is not, in one way or another, dependant on a woman to achieve some form of success, at least in theory.
And success is the other big theme here. It is funny how we associate music with success. Like The Beatles or Glenn Gould or Gershwin, to be a musical success, a ‘rock star’, is to have achieved the ultimate in success. This is a book that constantly asks us to reflect on just what success is, how is it measured and who gets to decide if we are successful or not – often quite literally – although sometimes more figuratively. Music, it seems, is rarely just about music, often it is about resentment too.
I want to end by saying something about what I particularly like about short stories. It is that very often in short stories there is a kind of doubling. There will be a woman who has been slapped by her husband, say (this doesn’t happen in any of these stories, this isn’t a spoiler in the traditional sense) and it will mean something at the time. Then later there will be another slap. She might slap her own child, she might see someone slap their own knee, she might slap her husband back, but however it happens there will need to be a second slap and it can’t mean the same thing as the first slap, but rather it will make new sense of the first slap. The second slap will change the meaning of the first slap in some way. I think we have been trained to look for these doubles – stories by people like O’Henry often overdo these so that there is a kind of inevitability to what is coming next that makes you cringe in anticipation. Well, a couple of times during this I had the horrible feeling that it was obvious how things were about to turn out. There was an inversion that would be just too neat and just too pat. Fortunately, none of these were ever actually realised.
These aren’t the greatest short stories ever written, but they are good and, as I said at the start, this guy can write and he does, quite beautifully.
This one was nothing like any of the other books of his I have read. That might seem fairly obvious given this is a book of short stories and the others were all novels, but I mean even for a guy who tends to mix up his style of writing, these were still a bit of a surprise.
I’m reading some Bourdieu at the moment, his Distinction, and he is talking about how music is one of those things that really distinguishes between social classes. He says this is partly the case because music is so difficult to talk about. Even when you know lots about music, after you have talked about technique you are often left with adjectives and little else. Roland Barthes says much the same thing. But one of the things that certainly distinguishes social classes when it comes to music is that the further up the ladder you go, the more likely you are to have played a musical instrument and therefore the more likely you are to have had a kind of intimate relationship with music that others who have never played a musical instrument are unlikely to have had. There is a story in this collection that puts this idea to the test, but clearly, how characters relate to music is one of the driving ideas of this book.
There are unexpected links in these stories. Sometimes it is the music, sometimes a setting, sometimes a character will reappear, or rather be seen afresh. I kept thinking during this that a lesser writer might have overdone this. The other thing is that none of these stories really resolve – at least, not in that satisfying way that lets you close a book and feel all the pieces of the story have fallen into place. It is also true that very many of the characters here are not at all ‘nice’. This is particularly true of a couple of the narrators who are really annoying, (part of the reason this is getting four stars) almost exactly the sorts of people that you would run a mile from rather than talk to. It is a rare author who can put you in the head of such a character and not have you pack in the story half way through. I never wanted to stop reading, but still, I didn't enjoy being in some of these characters' heads.
Some of the most interesting characters here are women – but interestingly, we invariably get to see these women through the eyes of a male narrator. Often this narrator is a couple of degrees of separation away from the actual woman we are interested in. A useful question to ask when you are reading fiction is ‘how could they know that?’ – I think that question is particularly useful in reading these stories.
All the same, it is interesting to notice how often in these stories women are expected to give up virtually everything to help the man in their life achieve what they were setting out to achieve. Even when the women barely know the man and is insulted by him, there is still an expectation she will 'come good' for him and help him succeed. This book could have been called, “The women behind the men.” There is barely a male in the book that is not, in one way or another, dependant on a woman to achieve some form of success, at least in theory.
And success is the other big theme here. It is funny how we associate music with success. Like The Beatles or Glenn Gould or Gershwin, to be a musical success, a ‘rock star’, is to have achieved the ultimate in success. This is a book that constantly asks us to reflect on just what success is, how is it measured and who gets to decide if we are successful or not – often quite literally – although sometimes more figuratively. Music, it seems, is rarely just about music, often it is about resentment too.
I want to end by saying something about what I particularly like about short stories. It is that very often in short stories there is a kind of doubling. There will be a woman who has been slapped by her husband, say (this doesn’t happen in any of these stories, this isn’t a spoiler in the traditional sense) and it will mean something at the time. Then later there will be another slap. She might slap her own child, she might see someone slap their own knee, she might slap her husband back, but however it happens there will need to be a second slap and it can’t mean the same thing as the first slap, but rather it will make new sense of the first slap. The second slap will change the meaning of the first slap in some way. I think we have been trained to look for these doubles – stories by people like O’Henry often overdo these so that there is a kind of inevitability to what is coming next that makes you cringe in anticipation. Well, a couple of times during this I had the horrible feeling that it was obvious how things were about to turn out. There was an inversion that would be just too neat and just too pat. Fortunately, none of these were ever actually realised.
These aren’t the greatest short stories ever written, but they are good and, as I said at the start, this guy can write and he does, quite beautifully.
March 6, 2017
Life's disappointments have never been chronicled in a more elegant manner. The stories feel like dreams. You close your eyes and take the journey, but just when you're about to see the summit, suddenly you're jolted awake to reality filled with a sense of disillusionment and regret. Simple, devastating, lingering, it's a pity that some stories pale in comparison to others.
February 1, 2022
خمس قصص تجمع الموسيقى بين أحداثها وشخصياتها
الموهبة والأحلام والخسارة والبحث عن الفرص الممكنة
الحب والحزن ومرور الزمن والعلاقات المنتهية
سرد يدخل عالم الموسيقى ويصل لنهايات مفتوحة
الموهبة والأحلام والخسارة والبحث عن الفرص الممكنة
الحب والحزن ومرور الزمن والعلاقات المنتهية
سرد يدخل عالم الموسيقى ويصل لنهايات مفتوحة
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June 13, 2017I’ve always associated the word Nocturne with sadness, sublime sadness, deeply felt sadness, but sadness, none the less.
I think that Kazuo Ishiguro may share this feeling, even though, given that the term Nocturne when it started out simply meant a piece of music in several movements played by an ensemble at an evening party and that several of these stories revolve around ensembles playing music in the evenings, he may intend a simpler meaning. But I don’t think so. A character in one of the stories says:
“We were especially pleased when we found a recording - like Ray Charles singing ‘Come Rain or Come Shine’ - where the words themselves were happy, but the interpretation was pure heartbreak.”
In these stories, as if in a deliberate reversal of this statement, the interpretation is lyrical, harmonius, light of touch, but the the meaning buried behind the words is pure heartbreak.
I'm gonna love you,
Like nobody's loved you,
Come rain or come shine.
Happy together,
Unhappy together,
And won't it be fine?
Days may be cloudy or sunny.
We're in or we're out of money.
But I'm with you always.
I'm with you rain or shine.
I think that Kazuo Ishiguro may share this feeling, even though, given that the term Nocturne when it started out simply meant a piece of music in several movements played by an ensemble at an evening party and that several of these stories revolve around ensembles playing music in the evenings, he may intend a simpler meaning. But I don’t think so. A character in one of the stories says:
“We were especially pleased when we found a recording - like Ray Charles singing ‘Come Rain or Come Shine’ - where the words themselves were happy, but the interpretation was pure heartbreak.”
In these stories, as if in a deliberate reversal of this statement, the interpretation is lyrical, harmonius, light of touch, but the the meaning buried behind the words is pure heartbreak.
I'm gonna love you,
Like nobody's loved you,
Come rain or come shine.
Happy together,
Unhappy together,
And won't it be fine?
Days may be cloudy or sunny.
We're in or we're out of money.
But I'm with you always.
I'm with you rain or shine.
December 16, 2010
A nocturne is a “composition of a dreamy character, expressive of sentiment appropriate to evening or night”. Traditionally such nocturnal sentiments include regret, chagrin, melancholy, perhaps a dash of ennui – the pastel twilight tones at the lighter end of the spectrum that darken to gloom, rage and black despair.Nocturnes: Five Stories of Music and Nightfall is the first collection of short stories by the Japanese-English novelist, Kazuo Ishiguro. As the subtitle indicates, it is composed of 5 "immaculate" (prose-wise) stories whose common denominators are music (what it promises to the characters) and nightfall (the regrets, the failures, the unrealized potentials, the possibilities at the midlife or at the crossroads of its characters' lives).
This is my 3rd book by Kazuo Ishiguro and I agree with one of my Goodreads friends that he indeed is one of the authors who do not re-write themselves. Remains of the Day is about an aging butler and his reflection in his twilight years while Never Let Me Go is about three young kids who were raised solely to be organ donors. The 5 short stories here are all about musicians, their lives and their struggles to stay afloat (Story#1: "Crooner"), how to spend time waiting for a big break (Story#2 : "Come Rain or Shine"), how a young musician can relate to old aging ones (Story#3: "Malvern Hills"), how physical appearance is seen as ticket to hit it big in the music industry (Story#4: "Nocturne"), or how to get the right coach or the better way of coaching (Story#5: "Cellist"). They have common denominators and some even share a character or two, e.g., the guitarist in Story#1 reappears in Story#5. The aging but still beautiful woman about to get divorced by his crooner-husband in Story#1 also appears as a cosmetic surgery patient in Story#4.
I enjoyed reading this book because of Ishiguro's style of presenting his short stories. He aptly calls this collection as story cycle. Unlike Murakami, he just did not collate all his stories from his dreams, released them in one book and call the whole book by one of the titles in the collection. In Nocturnes, the stories seem to be part of an astoundingly pleasing orchestra piece with each story beautifully complementing the totality of the masterpiece by forming five distinct variations in tunes. Stories #2 and #4 are funny and playful. Story#1 is downright sad and gloomy. Story#3 is open-ended (with the end note in high pitch floating in the air) while Story#5 recaps the 4 by having more musician-characters as if providing the climax and conclusion to the piece.
Just like Remains of the Day and to a lesser extend, Never Let Me Go, this book will not elicit a strong emotion from its reader. You will not feel downright sad or happy. You will not laugh out load, cry a tear or even smile. You will not need to fold a page to remember where that beautiful quote is. However, after reading the book, Ishiguro will make you reflect in your own life and will make you ask yourself questions like where your present life is heading or how to achieve your dreams. Despite having crossed the midpoint, is there still a dream worth pursuing? Is there still a chance for you to peak? That is if you haven't reached your peak? It is this subtlety that I appreciate in his writing. He neither states the obvious nor preaches. He will make you think of life's deeper meanings without going philosophical or peppering his book with profound quotes. Reading him in this book is like sipping a warm well-blended coffee in a fine easy Sunday morning while sitting in a cold plaza or in your front porch.
With the cold December air, this book is a right read during this holiday season especially with the New Year soon unfolding. Makes you think of your first step for 2011.
January 25, 2021
Il fascino discreto della musica
Il libro contiene cinque storie di musica e di musicisti, suggestive e affascinanti.
Trovo bellissima la scrittura di Ishiguro.
Certamente non tutti i racconti mantengono egualmente l'alto livello letterario. L'eccellenza riguarda i due testi rispettivamente di apertura e di chiusura della raccolta: "Crooner" e soprattutto "Violoncellisti", meraviglioso gioiello narrativo anche per struttura ed enigmaticità.
Pure gli altri tre racconti sono accattivanti; si fanno leggere d'un fiato, anche per me che non prediligo affatto il genere racconto. In questi però l'autore ha talvolta azzardato troppo, si è spinto troppo in là nei piccoli colpi di scena che si susseguono. Sarebbe stato meglio fermarsi prima.
In letteratura apprezzo la qualità della scrittura e la profondità delle intuizioni , non tanto 'i fatti' la cui invenzione è relativamente facile. Sono invece le sfumature, i dettagli, gli svelamenti interiori ad indicare il talento letterario. Qui c'è talento, eccome. Perché dunque volerci stupire coi fuochi d'artificio ?
In arte, il troppo è assai più insidioso del troppo poco.
Il libro contiene cinque storie di musica e di musicisti, suggestive e affascinanti.
Trovo bellissima la scrittura di Ishiguro.
Certamente non tutti i racconti mantengono egualmente l'alto livello letterario. L'eccellenza riguarda i due testi rispettivamente di apertura e di chiusura della raccolta: "Crooner" e soprattutto "Violoncellisti", meraviglioso gioiello narrativo anche per struttura ed enigmaticità.
Pure gli altri tre racconti sono accattivanti; si fanno leggere d'un fiato, anche per me che non prediligo affatto il genere racconto. In questi però l'autore ha talvolta azzardato troppo, si è spinto troppo in là nei piccoli colpi di scena che si susseguono. Sarebbe stato meglio fermarsi prima.
In letteratura apprezzo la qualità della scrittura e la profondità delle intuizioni , non tanto 'i fatti' la cui invenzione è relativamente facile. Sono invece le sfumature, i dettagli, gli svelamenti interiori ad indicare il talento letterario. Qui c'è talento, eccome. Perché dunque volerci stupire coi fuochi d'artificio ?
In arte, il troppo è assai più insidioso del troppo poco.
March 5, 2009
This was the first I read by Kazuo Ishiguro and I remember thinking "how did this guy win a Booker?" but then I read The Remains of the Day immediately thereafter, which I loved. But I found this collection of short stories very weak -- there's a couple of good scenes and clever ideas but by and large it's readable but really quite ordinary.
My main gripe would be that all the stories are too similar. As well as the motifs of music and nightfall flagged by the title, there's several common themes -- yearning, romance, loss -- and a couple of recurring characters. In fact at least a few of the (non-recurring) characters are so underdeveloped that they're distinguished primarily by their positioning, so it feels almost like it could be the same character, some years older and moved to a different location, put in a different situation. Emotionally I felt like all the stories were pushing the same buttons and not so successfully at that. The tone was muted in a way that I often enjoy in a longer work but the character or plot development wasn't there either -- resulting in a series of sketches that come across as limp and lifeless.
So yes, this really fell flat for me. I feel sure I've read better collections of short stories that deal with similar themes, but I can't bring them to mind. I know I've heard a lot of songs that say more about music and nightfall in three minutes than this book does in five stories.
My main gripe would be that all the stories are too similar. As well as the motifs of music and nightfall flagged by the title, there's several common themes -- yearning, romance, loss -- and a couple of recurring characters. In fact at least a few of the (non-recurring) characters are so underdeveloped that they're distinguished primarily by their positioning, so it feels almost like it could be the same character, some years older and moved to a different location, put in a different situation. Emotionally I felt like all the stories were pushing the same buttons and not so successfully at that. The tone was muted in a way that I often enjoy in a longer work but the character or plot development wasn't there either -- resulting in a series of sketches that come across as limp and lifeless.
So yes, this really fell flat for me. I feel sure I've read better collections of short stories that deal with similar themes, but I can't bring them to mind. I know I've heard a lot of songs that say more about music and nightfall in three minutes than this book does in five stories.
March 24, 2016
Wow! That first short story was fantastic! Too bad the rest of this story-cycle collection of five didn't maintain that same high standard in my first foray in reading Kazuo Ishiguro's work.
In case you're interested, here is Wikipedia's synopsis of each story:
"Crooner" - Set in Venice, a fading American singer co-opts a Polish cafe musician into accompanying him while he serenades his wife (whose relationship is disintegrating) from a gondola.
"Come Rain or Come Shine" - In London, an expatriate EFL teacher is invited to the home of a couple whom he knew whilst at university. However the couple's tensions affect the visitor, leading to a rather awkward situation.
"Malvern Hills" - A young guitarist flees London and lack of success in the rock world to the Malvern countryside cafe owned by his sister and brother-in-law. Whilst there he encounters Swiss tourists whose behavior causes him to reflect on his own situation.
"Nocturne" - A saxophonist recuperating after plastic surgery at a Beverly Hills hotel becomes involved with a wealthy American woman (the now ex-wife of the crooner in the first story) and ends up in a rather bizarre confrontation on stage of the hotel (involving an award statuette and a cooked turkey).
"Cellists" - A Hungarian cellist falls under the spell of a fellow cellist, an apparently virtuosic American older woman, who tutors him. He later realizes that she cannot play the cello as she was so convinced of her own musical genius, no teacher ever seemed equal to it, and so rather than tarnish her gift with imperfection, she chose never to realize it at all.
I LOVED "Crooner"! It was clear from the start that Ishiguro excels at setting a scene and quickly building fairly full-formed characters, at least as full as is needed for a short. He handles mood like it's putty in the hands of an accomplished sculptor.
Some reviewer for a UK paper, I think it was The Guardian or something, said "Nocturne" was the funniest story. What the heck was this person thinking? "Nocturne" had a brief moment of humor, but it was otherwise long and lame. "Come Rain or Come Shine" was the one I found funniest. Its main character is like someone Ricky Gervias would've created and is almost as put-upon as Bertie Wooster. In fact, this particular story is very Wodehousian and quintessentially British in its dry humor.
"Malvern Hills" and "Cellists" are pretty enough in their imagery and sadness, but they don't quite come up to the mark of "Crooner".
All in all, this wasn't the best introduction to a new writer for this particular reader, but its quantity of quality was enough for me to seek out another book by Kazuo Ishiguro for a second chance.
Starting out as great as it did, after the story story I was ready to give Nocturnes 5 stars. Reading a couple more, I felt like this was a solid 4 stars. Struggling through the forth story dropped the overall score down to 3. Finishing off the book with a story that struggled to keep my attention didn't improve my opinion enough to raise it up to 4, so I'll call it 3.5 stars.
In case you're interested, here is Wikipedia's synopsis of each story:
"Crooner" - Set in Venice, a fading American singer co-opts a Polish cafe musician into accompanying him while he serenades his wife (whose relationship is disintegrating) from a gondola.
"Come Rain or Come Shine" - In London, an expatriate EFL teacher is invited to the home of a couple whom he knew whilst at university. However the couple's tensions affect the visitor, leading to a rather awkward situation.
"Malvern Hills" - A young guitarist flees London and lack of success in the rock world to the Malvern countryside cafe owned by his sister and brother-in-law. Whilst there he encounters Swiss tourists whose behavior causes him to reflect on his own situation.
"Nocturne" - A saxophonist recuperating after plastic surgery at a Beverly Hills hotel becomes involved with a wealthy American woman (the now ex-wife of the crooner in the first story) and ends up in a rather bizarre confrontation on stage of the hotel (involving an award statuette and a cooked turkey).
"Cellists" - A Hungarian cellist falls under the spell of a fellow cellist, an apparently virtuosic American older woman, who tutors him. He later realizes that she cannot play the cello as she was so convinced of her own musical genius, no teacher ever seemed equal to it, and so rather than tarnish her gift with imperfection, she chose never to realize it at all.
I LOVED "Crooner"! It was clear from the start that Ishiguro excels at setting a scene and quickly building fairly full-formed characters, at least as full as is needed for a short. He handles mood like it's putty in the hands of an accomplished sculptor.
Some reviewer for a UK paper, I think it was The Guardian or something, said "Nocturne" was the funniest story. What the heck was this person thinking? "Nocturne" had a brief moment of humor, but it was otherwise long and lame. "Come Rain or Come Shine" was the one I found funniest. Its main character is like someone Ricky Gervias would've created and is almost as put-upon as Bertie Wooster. In fact, this particular story is very Wodehousian and quintessentially British in its dry humor.
"Malvern Hills" and "Cellists" are pretty enough in their imagery and sadness, but they don't quite come up to the mark of "Crooner".
All in all, this wasn't the best introduction to a new writer for this particular reader, but its quantity of quality was enough for me to seek out another book by Kazuo Ishiguro for a second chance.
Starting out as great as it did, after the story story I was ready to give Nocturnes 5 stars. Reading a couple more, I felt like this was a solid 4 stars. Struggling through the forth story dropped the overall score down to 3. Finishing off the book with a story that struggled to keep my attention didn't improve my opinion enough to raise it up to 4, so I'll call it 3.5 stars.
July 14, 2017
I think if you look at my ratings on Goodreads you'll see that I'm much more sympathetic to short story collections. A good short story collection often shows an author's commitment to craft. You can see how much care the author takes with every word, you can get a sense of his or her range when dealing with subject matter and characters. You can get a sense of how their style carries from one kind of story to another.
There is another reason -- there is very little money in short stories, even for established writers. Thus, writers write short stories "for the love of the game".
For the most part, the stories in this collection share a kind of tonal consistency. Each story tells a tale of disappointment, subtle loss, memory, and the way we look foolish in pursuit of a dream. All the stories share musical elements and songs. Various songs and melodies tie these stories together. But this short story collection could also have been about the travails of writers and writing.
The story "Come Rain or Come Shine" stuck out for me as a bit awkward. It wasn't poorly written. It featured compelling characters and fantastic dialogue. However, because the short story takes place in a single space and is mostly dialogue, I felt that the story would have been better as a one-act play. (In some ways, it reminded me of the low-budget, but clever movie "Tape" with Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman). The story also features an absurd scene that doesn't quite work prose fiction but might have seemed less absurd and entertaining as a piece of theater physical comedy. You'll know the scene as soon as you read it.
There are some compelling reasons to stay away from these stories. One -- the emotional journies in these stories are subtle. There is rising action and things do happen, but by the end of the story, you often get the impression that the things that were left unsaid and that didn't happen were just as important. As a writer, I love these stories. I also appreciate how hard they are to pull off. Also -- the endings are not traditional endings. They may even feel like non-endings to some readers.
If you are a writer, there is also a compelling reason to read this book. A close reading of these stories will help you master your craft. In particular, these stories will help you master the craft of dialogue, character, and how to use compelling details.
Happy readings!
There is another reason -- there is very little money in short stories, even for established writers. Thus, writers write short stories "for the love of the game".
For the most part, the stories in this collection share a kind of tonal consistency. Each story tells a tale of disappointment, subtle loss, memory, and the way we look foolish in pursuit of a dream. All the stories share musical elements and songs. Various songs and melodies tie these stories together. But this short story collection could also have been about the travails of writers and writing.
The story "Come Rain or Come Shine" stuck out for me as a bit awkward. It wasn't poorly written. It featured compelling characters and fantastic dialogue. However, because the short story takes place in a single space and is mostly dialogue, I felt that the story would have been better as a one-act play. (In some ways, it reminded me of the low-budget, but clever movie "Tape" with Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman). The story also features an absurd scene that doesn't quite work prose fiction but might have seemed less absurd and entertaining as a piece of theater physical comedy. You'll know the scene as soon as you read it.
There are some compelling reasons to stay away from these stories. One -- the emotional journies in these stories are subtle. There is rising action and things do happen, but by the end of the story, you often get the impression that the things that were left unsaid and that didn't happen were just as important. As a writer, I love these stories. I also appreciate how hard they are to pull off. Also -- the endings are not traditional endings. They may even feel like non-endings to some readers.
If you are a writer, there is also a compelling reason to read this book. A close reading of these stories will help you master your craft. In particular, these stories will help you master the craft of dialogue, character, and how to use compelling details.
Happy readings!
September 3, 2020
Based on the title, you'd expect something like this : https://youtu.be/4obAjW07-tg
Actually though, it's more like this : https://youtu.be/rjiy3ELROuo
June 9, 2019
"…and I slip just like the stars into obscurity".
Cinque racconti che parlano di amori patetici o al capolinea, di amicizie fugaci o durature, di musica o di passione per la musica, del crepuscolo quando si trasforma in notte. Un po’ grotteschi, un po’ malinconici, un po’ ironici (con punte di comicità vera e propria). Racconti dal finale aperto (quattro su cinque), che Ishiguro lascia all’immaginazione del lettore.
Non la definirei una lettura imprescindibile, ma la delicatezza e la sensibilità (la grazia) della prosa di Ishiguro mi coinvolgono, di nuovo.
Libro dalle atmosfere lunari. E la musica di un pianoforte che proviene da un’altra stanza.
https://youtu.be/TKQaSZXEK2s
Cinque racconti che parlano di amori patetici o al capolinea, di amicizie fugaci o durature, di musica o di passione per la musica, del crepuscolo quando si trasforma in notte. Un po’ grotteschi, un po’ malinconici, un po’ ironici (con punte di comicità vera e propria). Racconti dal finale aperto (quattro su cinque), che Ishiguro lascia all’immaginazione del lettore.
Non la definirei una lettura imprescindibile, ma la delicatezza e la sensibilità (la grazia) della prosa di Ishiguro mi coinvolgono, di nuovo.
Libro dalle atmosfere lunari. E la musica di un pianoforte che proviene da un’altra stanza.
https://youtu.be/TKQaSZXEK2s
November 25, 2020
ليليات هى أمسيات دافئة هادئة ، يومض بها ألق الحب ويذوي خافتاً...
هناك علامات موسيقية تتمايل مع خفة النسائم ورهافة الأحاسيس ورقتها ، كم وددت لو استطعت الإمساك بها ، وقد تناهى إلى مسامعي عذوبتها ، بِتُ أبحث عن تلك المقطوعات وأستمع اليها ، كم كانت تبدو قادمة من زمن بعيد ولكن "ايشغورو" جعلها قريبة جداً ..تلامس القلب في تلك الليليات...
بدا جانب من المرح هاهنا يا سيدي وهذا غريباً على عالمك الهادىء الرصين ، لقد سلب ضحكاتي في غفلة مني وأنا التي ظننت أن عالمك لن يفعل ذلك أبداً...
فاجأتني والله يا سيد " ايشيغورو"....🤗
هناك علامات موسيقية تتمايل مع خفة النسائم ورهافة الأحاسيس ورقتها ، كم وددت لو استطعت الإمساك بها ، وقد تناهى إلى مسامعي عذوبتها ، بِتُ أبحث عن تلك المقطوعات وأستمع اليها ، كم كانت تبدو قادمة من زمن بعيد ولكن "ايشغورو" جعلها قريبة جداً ..تلامس القلب في تلك الليليات...
بدا جانب من المرح هاهنا يا سيدي وهذا غريباً على عالمك الهادىء الرصين ، لقد سلب ضحكاتي في غفلة مني وأنا التي ظننت أن عالمك لن يفعل ذلك أبداً...
فاجأتني والله يا سيد " ايشيغورو"....🤗
May 1, 2019
A crooner and his wife take a sad holiday together; an old friend is drafted in to help out a failing marriage – with hilarious results; a budding songwriter meets an elderly married pair of Swiss musicians on holiday in the English countryside; an unsuccessful musician resorts to plastic surgery in a desperate bid for fame; a young cellist meets an older woman who claims to be a virtuoso cellist herself – except she can’t play the instrument! These are the five stories that make up Kazuo Ishiguro’s collection, Nocturnes.
And it’s not bad. I recently read and adored Come Rain or Come Shine from the new Faber Stories range which spurred me on to check out this book, where it was originally published, hoping (naively) that the others would all be as brilliant. Alas, they’re not – Come Rain or Come Shine is still the best of the bunch.
In that story, a man finds himself drawn into the troubled marriage of two old university friends with the expectation that he somehow fix things – except he manages to turn the situation into a farce! It’s such an unexpectedly funny and entertaining story from the normally rather reserved Ishiguro – I’d recommend just reading this story over any of the others.
Because you’re not really missing much there! Not that they’re bad – they’re well-written with enough happening to more or less hold the attention – but they’re not anywhere near as compelling as Come Rain or Come Shine.
Crooner is more like the maudlin Ishiguro I’m familiar with and it’s kinda sweet but also quite dull. I’ve no idea what the point of Malvern Hills and Cellists were – the dialogue is strong, some of the imagery lingers but they’re quite unmemorable stories. Nocturne was the only other somewhat fun story. The Crooner’s wife from the first story, Lindy Gardner, is having plastic surgery done and is convalescing in the same LA hotel as the musician who’s gotten work done too. They talk about who “deserves” success in the entertainment business and get into some night-time shenanigans during the preparations of an awards ceremony.
I’m not totally sure why the subtitle emphasises “music and nightfall” as the links to both seem quite tenuous and unremarkable. It could just as easily reference relationships/marriages, and American women in particular, given the focus on them!
None of the stories in Nocturnes are that bad but if it weren’t for the standout Come Rain or Come Shine this collection wouldn’t be worth picking up. I recommend checking it out for that story alone or get the recent Faber Stories edition of it instead.
And it’s not bad. I recently read and adored Come Rain or Come Shine from the new Faber Stories range which spurred me on to check out this book, where it was originally published, hoping (naively) that the others would all be as brilliant. Alas, they’re not – Come Rain or Come Shine is still the best of the bunch.
In that story, a man finds himself drawn into the troubled marriage of two old university friends with the expectation that he somehow fix things – except he manages to turn the situation into a farce! It’s such an unexpectedly funny and entertaining story from the normally rather reserved Ishiguro – I’d recommend just reading this story over any of the others.
Because you’re not really missing much there! Not that they’re bad – they’re well-written with enough happening to more or less hold the attention – but they’re not anywhere near as compelling as Come Rain or Come Shine.
Crooner is more like the maudlin Ishiguro I’m familiar with and it’s kinda sweet but also quite dull. I’ve no idea what the point of Malvern Hills and Cellists were – the dialogue is strong, some of the imagery lingers but they’re quite unmemorable stories. Nocturne was the only other somewhat fun story. The Crooner’s wife from the first story, Lindy Gardner, is having plastic surgery done and is convalescing in the same LA hotel as the musician who’s gotten work done too. They talk about who “deserves” success in the entertainment business and get into some night-time shenanigans during the preparations of an awards ceremony.
I’m not totally sure why the subtitle emphasises “music and nightfall” as the links to both seem quite tenuous and unremarkable. It could just as easily reference relationships/marriages, and American women in particular, given the focus on them!
None of the stories in Nocturnes are that bad but if it weren’t for the standout Come Rain or Come Shine this collection wouldn’t be worth picking up. I recommend checking it out for that story alone or get the recent Faber Stories edition of it instead.
October 2, 2025
A very solid collection of short stories from Ishiguro. All thematically tied by their focus on musicians, evenings, and fulfilled or unfulfilled potential. Quiet and moving at times, and silly and sweet at others. My favorite was “Come Rain or Come Shine” but I really enjoyed all 5!
November 8, 2023
I seemed to tempt fate when I wrote my When We Were Orphans review, calling it my “least favourite book” of Ishiguro’s so far. Yet here we are. A short story collection that is aggressively mediocre. Protagonists that are all unlikeable, without exception. They are not merely unreliable, but also just plain old dicks for no reason. Missed moments of connection between all characters, and nothing that leaves even a remote mark on you. Nothing makes you feel anything in this collection. A lovely couple is getting a divorce and you can’t muster up the energy to give a shit. The title story is just a farce. I have read a few basic rules of how a short story needs to develop and… I don’t know… isn’t something supposed to happen to the character? Isn’t he or she supposed to change somehow? Isn’t there a heartbeat?
March 19, 2013
An exquisite collection of five short stories that deals with complex issues such as the passage of time, lost dreams, second chances and unpredictable encounters. Always with the presence of music, night and potential romance.
Like a good symphony, every story is like a movement, which seems independent but which is in fact part of a greater whole.
Apparently simple melodies that actually hide sad, haunting stories of lonely and dissatisfied people and the opportunities life gives them to redeem themselves. It's usually the reader who decides whether they take them or not.
A poetic and smart compilation, subtle and sad, which will catch the attention of those who appreciate Ishiguro's delicate style.
Like a good symphony, every story is like a movement, which seems independent but which is in fact part of a greater whole.
Apparently simple melodies that actually hide sad, haunting stories of lonely and dissatisfied people and the opportunities life gives them to redeem themselves. It's usually the reader who decides whether they take them or not.
A poetic and smart compilation, subtle and sad, which will catch the attention of those who appreciate Ishiguro's delicate style.
January 26, 2018
Τόσο όμορφα και λυρικά διηγήματα που διαβάζονται μονορούφι - άσχετο αν εμένα λόγω εργασίας με πήρε κοντά 20 ημέρες.
Ιστορίες μουσικής και νύχτας, ο, τι πιο όμορφο για να διαβάσεις με κατάλληλη ατμόσφαιρα!
Ιστορίες νοσταλγίας, με επίκεντρο τον άνθρωπο που προσπαθεί να μείνει αναλλοίωτος μέσα από τη μουσική του, να βρει αυτό το μοναδικό κίνητρο της ζωής, να βρει τον εαυτό του.
Πρώτη επαφή με τον Ισιγκουρο και σίγουρα θα υπάρξουν κι άλλες συναντήσεις!
Ιστορίες μουσικής και νύχτας, ο, τι πιο όμορφο για να διαβάσεις με κατάλληλη ατμόσφαιρα!
Ιστορίες νοσταλγίας, με επίκεντρο τον άνθρωπο που προσπαθεί να μείνει αναλλοίωτος μέσα από τη μουσική του, να βρει αυτό το μοναδικό κίνητρο της ζωής, να βρει τον εαυτό του.
Πρώτη επαφή με τον Ισιγκουρο και σίγουρα θα υπάρξουν κι άλλες συναντήσεις!
August 4, 2019
Ishiguro é tão, mas tão melhor do que mostra neste livro de contos! Em todos eles achei que era preciso mais tempo - um romance inteiro - para entender as personagens, sempre demasiado simples e planas. Pareceram-me histórias incompletas, momentos circunstanciais de verdadeiras histórias.
August 29, 2024
با اینکه ایشی نویسنده مورد علاقم نیست، ولی مجموعه داستان خوبی بود.
June 14, 2014
I'm not a big fan of short stories, but read these because after the emotion and length of Perdido Street Station, I wanted a total change, and I'd been meaning to try another Ishiguro (I enjoyed Remains of the Day in my twenties, but more recently, gave Never Let me Go only 2*)
They were certainly a contrast, and they were perfectly competent, and had a connecting theme (music), but... That is all. I won't be rushing to read any more Ishiguro.
2.5* rounded down to 2*, because Ishiguro is supposed to be better than this.
AS A COLLECTION
All five stories have music as the link between main characters, and in four of them, the main character is a musician. In the fifth, it's shared musical tastes that are the bond.
There is a certain sadness about the central relationship in each story, and several characters make extreme or odd sacrifices for their careers (). Two have sections of borderline slapstick comedy, two are set in Piazza San Marco in Venice with the same narrator (though only one of the stories is about him), two feature the same secondary character.
All are told in the first person (though in the final one, the narrator is actually telling the story of an acquaintance, so the first person aspect is more of a gimmick, presumably to link the first and last stories). Reading short stories in quick succession can be a little disorienting, but it's even more so when "I" keeps changing, but the characters' voices are not distinctively different. Then, in the fourth story, we meet a character from the first - but told by a different narrator! David Mitchell does this sort of thing better, in both Ghostwritten and Cloud Atlas.
Reviewers more musical than I am, have seen this collection as being like the sweep of an orchestral piece, with variations and recaps, along with the new.
CROONER
Janeck is a guitarist, who is a ringer for café bands in Piazza San Marco: "A tourist strolling across the square will hear one tune fade out, another fade in, like he's shifting the dial on a radio."
He spots a once-famous US crooner, Tony Gardener, and his rather grumpy wife, Lindy. Tony persuades Jan to accompany him to serenade his wife from a gondola. The reason for this is not what one might expect ().
COME RAIN OR COME SHINE
A sad comedy of university friends, about twenty five years later. Ray and Emily bonded over shared taste in music, but she married Charlie, though all three stayed friends. Ray is single and teaches English overseas but regularly goes to stay with Emily and Charlie in their plush London duplex.
On this occasion, Ray finds "his" room unkempt, Charlie highly strung, and Emily discontented. Charlie had invited Ray to keep Emily company while he goes away on business for a couple of days, and also to persuade her not to leave him ().
It then turns into farce, as one small mistake snowballs into a catalogue of ever more far-fetched episodes.
MALVERN HILLS
A singer-songwriter (guitarist) goes to stay with his sister and her husband for the summer, so he can write in between helping them in their café and living rent-free. They are not really fans of his music.
An Elgar-loving Swiss couple come to the café (also musicians), but there is tension between them, and she dislikes the slow service: "this woman was livid with anger. Not the sort that suddenly hits you then drains away. No, this woman, I could tell, had been in a kind of white heat for some time... It's the sort of anger that arrives and stays put... never quite peaking and refusing to find a proper outlet." This triggers what is potentially the funniest incident (), but it happens off-stage.
NOCTURNE
A supposedly talented, but not very successful tenor sax player is persuaded his lack of success is because of his looks: "Billy's... sexy, bad-guy ugly. You... well, you're dull, loser ugly. The wrong kind of ugly."
Recuperating from plastic surgery in a secret wing of a hotel, he comes to know the ex-wife of a more successful musician. Her route to the top was "The right love affair, the right marriage, the right divorces. All leading to the right magazine covers, the right talk shows." The sort of woman he rather despises.
It's an odd meeting: "She was wearing something that was part night-gown, part cocktail dress... it was at the same time vaguely medical yet glamorous". Both are swathed in facial bandages, so she has no idea what he looks like, and neither can see each other's expressions.
Boredom and bonding over music creates a friendship of a kind, leading to farcical escapades in private areas of the hotel at night, evading security and .
CELLISTS
A café saxophonist in Piazza San Marco spots a former colleague and tells what happened to him a few years earlier: he's a Hungarian classically-trained cellist, and he was taken under the wings of an older American woman. This virtuoso cellist recognised his talent and gave him personal master classes. There is a bit of a twist, though not the one you expect (. I thought this was the weakest story.
They were certainly a contrast, and they were perfectly competent, and had a connecting theme (music), but... That is all. I won't be rushing to read any more Ishiguro.
2.5* rounded down to 2*, because Ishiguro is supposed to be better than this.
AS A COLLECTION
All five stories have music as the link between main characters, and in four of them, the main character is a musician. In the fifth, it's shared musical tastes that are the bond.
There is a certain sadness about the central relationship in each story, and several characters make extreme or odd sacrifices for their careers (). Two have sections of borderline slapstick comedy, two are set in Piazza San Marco in Venice with the same narrator (though only one of the stories is about him), two feature the same secondary character.
All are told in the first person (though in the final one, the narrator is actually telling the story of an acquaintance, so the first person aspect is more of a gimmick, presumably to link the first and last stories). Reading short stories in quick succession can be a little disorienting, but it's even more so when "I" keeps changing, but the characters' voices are not distinctively different. Then, in the fourth story, we meet a character from the first - but told by a different narrator! David Mitchell does this sort of thing better, in both Ghostwritten and Cloud Atlas.
Reviewers more musical than I am, have seen this collection as being like the sweep of an orchestral piece, with variations and recaps, along with the new.
CROONER
Janeck is a guitarist, who is a ringer for café bands in Piazza San Marco: "A tourist strolling across the square will hear one tune fade out, another fade in, like he's shifting the dial on a radio."
He spots a once-famous US crooner, Tony Gardener, and his rather grumpy wife, Lindy. Tony persuades Jan to accompany him to serenade his wife from a gondola. The reason for this is not what one might expect ().
COME RAIN OR COME SHINE
A sad comedy of university friends, about twenty five years later. Ray and Emily bonded over shared taste in music, but she married Charlie, though all three stayed friends. Ray is single and teaches English overseas but regularly goes to stay with Emily and Charlie in their plush London duplex.
On this occasion, Ray finds "his" room unkempt, Charlie highly strung, and Emily discontented. Charlie had invited Ray to keep Emily company while he goes away on business for a couple of days, and also to persuade her not to leave him ().
It then turns into farce, as one small mistake snowballs into a catalogue of ever more far-fetched episodes.
MALVERN HILLS
A singer-songwriter (guitarist) goes to stay with his sister and her husband for the summer, so he can write in between helping them in their café and living rent-free. They are not really fans of his music.
An Elgar-loving Swiss couple come to the café (also musicians), but there is tension between them, and she dislikes the slow service: "this woman was livid with anger. Not the sort that suddenly hits you then drains away. No, this woman, I could tell, had been in a kind of white heat for some time... It's the sort of anger that arrives and stays put... never quite peaking and refusing to find a proper outlet." This triggers what is potentially the funniest incident (), but it happens off-stage.
NOCTURNE
A supposedly talented, but not very successful tenor sax player is persuaded his lack of success is because of his looks: "Billy's... sexy, bad-guy ugly. You... well, you're dull, loser ugly. The wrong kind of ugly."
Recuperating from plastic surgery in a secret wing of a hotel, he comes to know the ex-wife of a more successful musician. Her route to the top was "The right love affair, the right marriage, the right divorces. All leading to the right magazine covers, the right talk shows." The sort of woman he rather despises.
It's an odd meeting: "She was wearing something that was part night-gown, part cocktail dress... it was at the same time vaguely medical yet glamorous". Both are swathed in facial bandages, so she has no idea what he looks like, and neither can see each other's expressions.
Boredom and bonding over music creates a friendship of a kind, leading to farcical escapades in private areas of the hotel at night, evading security and .
CELLISTS
A café saxophonist in Piazza San Marco spots a former colleague and tells what happened to him a few years earlier: he's a Hungarian classically-trained cellist, and he was taken under the wings of an older American woman. This virtuoso cellist recognised his talent and gave him personal master classes. There is a bit of a twist, though not the one you expect (. I thought this was the weakest story.
September 5, 2010
Wow, I’ve never read so many stories in which nothing happened. And that all involved musicians/people who loved music who were spectacularly unsuccessful and apparently often quite unlikeable (at least, they didn’t have many friends). Here is the plot of the stories:
Crooner: Some guy meets a famous singer from back in the day, helps him serenade his wife and finds out they’re going to divorce so the singer can make a come-back.
Come Rain or Shine: Guy in a dead-end job who apparently is whiny and lame visits college friends going through a rough patch in their marriage; the husband seems like he’s having a mental break and the wife is continuously condescending and possibly thinks the narrator is the King of Whiners; the narrator ends up going into a dog’s mindset and chewing on magazines...the story ends before we discover if everyone is going insane, possibly due to some biological weapon that turns people into zombies (what? it would make the story more interesting, at least), if the narrator and the wife are going to have an affair, what his friends actually think of the narrator and if they hate him as much as they appear to, why they keep inviting him to their house, why the husband is so goddamn strange, if the narrator is actually as annoying as his friends seem to think him (though I think the answer to that last one is yes, yes he is), etc.
Malvern Hills: Some deadbeat musician takes advantage of his sister’s kindness and crashes at her place, meets old couple who love his music but also fight and possibly break up (yes, every marriage in this book is crap).
Nocturne: Sax player gets plastic surgery after his wife divorces him; meets famous actress who is also recovering from surgery, they fight and leave off on bad terms, story ends before he gets his bandages off.
Cellists: Young cello player meets crazy-ass American who claims to be a cello maestro despite the fact that she hasn’t played the cello since she was 11 because no cello teacher was good enough for her. That’s it. That’s ALL the plot.
The book description of the stories is completely misleading, probably because they were trying to make the stories sound exciting, which they could only accomplish by lying. Also, I never really noticed it, but Ishiguro’s dialogue tends toward awkward. I don’t usually note this because the characters in his novels have been the type who would be a bit stilted: Japanese and British, who both can be a bit clipped in fiction. But when they’re supposed to be American or at least unidentified, the stiffness becomes more noticeable. And you know how his characters tend to be kind of passive? Yeah, usually I don't care but here it's really, really annoying.
This collection proves that no matter what he may think, Ishiguro was not meant to write short stories.
Crooner: Some guy meets a famous singer from back in the day, helps him serenade his wife and finds out they’re going to divorce so the singer can make a come-back.
Come Rain or Shine: Guy in a dead-end job who apparently is whiny and lame visits college friends going through a rough patch in their marriage; the husband seems like he’s having a mental break and the wife is continuously condescending and possibly thinks the narrator is the King of Whiners; the narrator ends up going into a dog’s mindset and chewing on magazines...the story ends before we discover if everyone is going insane, possibly due to some biological weapon that turns people into zombies (what? it would make the story more interesting, at least), if the narrator and the wife are going to have an affair, what his friends actually think of the narrator and if they hate him as much as they appear to, why they keep inviting him to their house, why the husband is so goddamn strange, if the narrator is actually as annoying as his friends seem to think him (though I think the answer to that last one is yes, yes he is), etc.
Malvern Hills: Some deadbeat musician takes advantage of his sister’s kindness and crashes at her place, meets old couple who love his music but also fight and possibly break up (yes, every marriage in this book is crap).
Nocturne: Sax player gets plastic surgery after his wife divorces him; meets famous actress who is also recovering from surgery, they fight and leave off on bad terms, story ends before he gets his bandages off.
Cellists: Young cello player meets crazy-ass American who claims to be a cello maestro despite the fact that she hasn’t played the cello since she was 11 because no cello teacher was good enough for her. That’s it. That’s ALL the plot.
The book description of the stories is completely misleading, probably because they were trying to make the stories sound exciting, which they could only accomplish by lying. Also, I never really noticed it, but Ishiguro’s dialogue tends toward awkward. I don’t usually note this because the characters in his novels have been the type who would be a bit stilted: Japanese and British, who both can be a bit clipped in fiction. But when they’re supposed to be American or at least unidentified, the stiffness becomes more noticeable. And you know how his characters tend to be kind of passive? Yeah, usually I don't care but here it's really, really annoying.
This collection proves that no matter what he may think, Ishiguro was not meant to write short stories.
January 20, 2015
I quite enjoyed this small selection of stories. I'd read a lot of bad reviews for this collection but I really can't fault it that much. Of course this isn't Carver or Shirley Jackson but I think all of these stories are perfectly good. If you enjoy slow, atmospheric stories in which nothing much happens then you'll like this collection.
May 1, 2020
ایشی گورو، برنده نوبل 2017، ژاپنی الاصلی بزرگ شده یِ انگلستان، مهاجرزاده و علاقمند موسیقیه. نگاهِ داستان ساز و روایت پرداز به محیطِ پیرامونش داره، با این شرح که، از صبحِ طالع تا شامِ آخر دنبالِ سوژه های نابه
کتابی که تمومش کردم، داستانِ اهالیِ جغرافیایِ موسیقییه، گشت و گذاراشون، کاراشون تو میادین و خیابونا، غریبانه نواختنِشون میونِ غریبه ها، آرزوهای باطل و گاها اما، لباسِ واقعیت پوشیدَشون، رازهایِ مگوشون که با زبونِ نُتا بیان میشن، بِزنگاه هایی برای خودابرازی از کانال موسیقی. روایتِ رفتن، ترک شدن و یادآوریِ فراق همراه با سوزِ سردِ موسیقی
ترجمش رَوون و دوس داشتنی بود اما راستش، "ایشی گورو" ، جوری تصویرسازی میکنه که شاید 90% ترجمه هاش به زبونای مختلف، فارغ از هویت و سبکِ کاریِ مترجم، نمره ی بالایی بگیرن و مقبولِ عامه بیفتن
ترکیبِ سوزِ مهاجرت و حُرمِ موسیقی که هم "دردآفرینی" میکنه وهَم البته "تحمل سازی"، هر کدوم بِوقتش و بجاش، نگاه هایِ متوقعی که موسیقی رو مثه آبِ رَوونِ روی زمین مِثه یه مجرا میبینه واسه سُرخوردن و یَله وِل شُدن، اینها همه و اندکی بیشتر، همه از عناصریه که تو داستانهای حقیقتاََ خوندنی ِ 5گانه یِ این کتاب مشهوده
در یک کلام، نویسنده اَش کاربَلَده و حِسِ نویسندگیاییش (بر وزنِ بویایی و شنوایی) عالی کار میکنه
کتابی که تمومش کردم، داستانِ اهالیِ جغرافیایِ موسیقییه، گشت و گذاراشون، کاراشون تو میادین و خیابونا، غریبانه نواختنِشون میونِ غریبه ها، آرزوهای باطل و گاها اما، لباسِ واقعیت پوشیدَشون، رازهایِ مگوشون که با زبونِ نُتا بیان میشن، بِزنگاه هایی برای خودابرازی از کانال موسیقی. روایتِ رفتن، ترک شدن و یادآوریِ فراق همراه با سوزِ سردِ موسیقی
ترجمش رَوون و دوس داشتنی بود اما راستش، "ایشی گورو" ، جوری تصویرسازی میکنه که شاید 90% ترجمه هاش به زبونای مختلف، فارغ از هویت و سبکِ کاریِ مترجم، نمره ی بالایی بگیرن و مقبولِ عامه بیفتن
ترکیبِ سوزِ مهاجرت و حُرمِ موسیقی که هم "دردآفرینی" میکنه وهَم البته "تحمل سازی"، هر کدوم بِوقتش و بجاش، نگاه هایِ متوقعی که موسیقی رو مثه آبِ رَوونِ روی زمین مِثه یه مجرا میبینه واسه سُرخوردن و یَله وِل شُدن، اینها همه و اندکی بیشتر، همه از عناصریه که تو داستانهای حقیقتاََ خوندنی ِ 5گانه یِ این کتاب مشهوده
در یک کلام، نویسنده اَش کاربَلَده و حِسِ نویسندگیاییش (بر وزنِ بویایی و شنوایی) عالی کار میکنه
August 29, 2017
کلمه <<شبانهها>> همیشه بار معنایی خاصی برام داشته. شبهایی که حس رازآلودی دارند و خبر از اتفاقات بزرگی میدن در عین ساکت بودنشون.
این مجموعه داستان نهچندان کوتاه، به شکل خوبی، اون احساسات شبانه آدم رو تحریک میکنه. شبی در ونیز،
شبی در هتل، شبی در یک کافه قدیمی.
شب و موسیقی در همه داستانهای این مجموعه تاثیر زیادی گذاشتن. موسیقی وجه اشتراک تمام داستانهای این مجموعه است.
موسیقیِ شب. نوازندگان. خوانندهها.
خوندنش لذتبخش بود.
بعد از تموم شدن هر داستان ممکنه از خودت بپرسی اتفاق زیادی که نیفتاد پس نویسنده چطوری همین چند خط اتفاق رو توی ۷۰ صفحه نوشته بود؟ و این جادوی قلم ایشیگوروست!
این مجموعه داستان نهچندان کوتاه، به شکل خوبی، اون احساسات شبانه آدم رو تحریک میکنه. شبی در ونیز،
شبی در هتل، شبی در یک کافه قدیمی.
شب و موسیقی در همه داستانهای این مجموعه تاثیر زیادی گذاشتن. موسیقی وجه اشتراک تمام داستانهای این مجموعه است.
موسیقیِ شب. نوازندگان. خوانندهها.
خوندنش لذتبخش بود.
بعد از تموم شدن هر داستان ممکنه از خودت بپرسی اتفاق زیادی که نیفتاد پس نویسنده چطوری همین چند خط اتفاق رو توی ۷۰ صفحه نوشته بود؟ و این جادوی قلم ایشیگوروست!
December 17, 2020
Nyilván nem úgy volt, hogy Ishiguro elment a vurstliba, és a céllövöldében lőtt magának egy Nobel-díjat. Ezek az elbeszélések is jelzik, gazdag fantáziájú, jó mesélőkéjű úriemberrel állunk szemben, aki rendelkezik a kellő pszichológiai érzékkel ahhoz, hogy új dolgokat mondjon ember és ember közti viszonyról – erről az ezerszer lerágott csontról. Nem mondom, hogy nem olvastam ennél jobb Ishigurót, mégpedig azért, mert olvastam már ennél jobb Ishigurót. De azért bőven megjárja a kötet. Na ja, egy Nobel-díjastól az a minimum.
Arról most nem beszélnék, hogy a zenei téma mennyire köti össze ezeket a novellákat. Igen, tele van a kötet zenészekkel, de amelyikben egy fia muzsikust sem találunk, abban is hangsúlyos a zenei motívum. Számomra lényegesebb, hogy ezek háromszög-elbeszélések: adott egy párkapcsolat (amelynek egyik tagja gyakran rejtve marad – de ne hagyjuk magunkat megvezetni, ettől még szerepe központi), és adott egy külső, jobbára tapasztalatlan vendég, aki akaratlanul is ennek a kapcsolatnak a mágneses terébe kerül. Nem igazán érti, mibe csöppent, mert a kapcsolat belső törvényszerűségei számára láthatatlanok (ahogy az olvasó számára is), ennek következtében reakciói néha a komikumig groteszkek*, és hát úgy általában elmondható róla, hogy amikor kilép a szövegből, majd ugyanannyi (vö.: „kevés”) információval rendelkezik, mint amikor belépett. Csak belökték egy sötét szobába, de még mielőtt felkapcsolta volna a villanyt, már ki is akolbólították onnan. Ettől olyanok ezek az írások, mintha befejezetlenek lennének: a permanens információhiánytól, ami az olvasóra is átháramlik. De egyben ettől olyan izgalmasak is. Vagy idegesítőek. Kinek hogy.
Biztos jobban lelkesedtem volna amúgy érte, ha ennek a végén is elpicsázzák Voldemortot. Mindegy, ezen már nem segíthetünk.
* Erre legjobb példa az Akár esik, akár fúj c. elbeszélés Raymondja, aki egészen elképesztő börleszkjelenetekbe hajszolja magát.
Arról most nem beszélnék, hogy a zenei téma mennyire köti össze ezeket a novellákat. Igen, tele van a kötet zenészekkel, de amelyikben egy fia muzsikust sem találunk, abban is hangsúlyos a zenei motívum. Számomra lényegesebb, hogy ezek háromszög-elbeszélések: adott egy párkapcsolat (amelynek egyik tagja gyakran rejtve marad – de ne hagyjuk magunkat megvezetni, ettől még szerepe központi), és adott egy külső, jobbára tapasztalatlan vendég, aki akaratlanul is ennek a kapcsolatnak a mágneses terébe kerül. Nem igazán érti, mibe csöppent, mert a kapcsolat belső törvényszerűségei számára láthatatlanok (ahogy az olvasó számára is), ennek következtében reakciói néha a komikumig groteszkek*, és hát úgy általában elmondható róla, hogy amikor kilép a szövegből, majd ugyanannyi (vö.: „kevés”) információval rendelkezik, mint amikor belépett. Csak belökték egy sötét szobába, de még mielőtt felkapcsolta volna a villanyt, már ki is akolbólították onnan. Ettől olyanok ezek az írások, mintha befejezetlenek lennének: a permanens információhiánytól, ami az olvasóra is átháramlik. De egyben ettől olyan izgalmasak is. Vagy idegesítőek. Kinek hogy.
Biztos jobban lelkesedtem volna amúgy érte, ha ennek a végén is elpicsázzák Voldemortot. Mindegy, ezen már nem segíthetünk.
* Erre legjobb példa az Akár esik, akár fúj c. elbeszélés Raymondja, aki egészen elképesztő börleszkjelenetekbe hajszolja magát.
February 22, 2018
2017 Nobel Edebiyat Ödülü sahibi Kazuo Ishiguro'nun Yapı Kredi Yayınları'ndan çıkan, Zeynep Erkut'un çevirdiği, yazarın en önemli kitaplarından "Noktürnler; Müziğe ve Günbatımına Dair Öyküler" adından da anlaşılacağı üzere gerçek zamanlı, sokak müzisyenlerine, onların dünyasına dair samimi beş öykü barındırıyor. Kitaba ismini veren "Noktürnler" ve "Aşk Şarkıcısı" öykülerini özellikle beğendim. Uslubu ve kelime, cümle seçimleri son derece aylın. bu bir anlamda anlatıyı gerçekten hikayeyi anlatan kişiden dinliyormuş etkisi, gerçekçilik veriyor esere. İtirafta bulunmam gerekirse Nobel Ödülü'nden önce yazarı hiç okumamıştım. Beklediğim gibi çıkmadı ama anlatısı, ritmi, sesi ile özgün bir yeri olduğu net.
February 18, 2019
A short time ago, I made a decision to read several books with music as part of their themes. I decided to start by reading Nocturnes, and have since regretted that choice. I found nothing in the music recounted in any of the stories that I could relate to in the least, I found the characters uninteresting, and the writing seemed simplistic (and not in any positive sense of that word). Two of the stories, "Come Rain or Come Shine" and "Nocturne" could easily have served as the plotlines for cheesy TV movies.
Several of my GR friends think much more highly of this book than I do, while others seem to have had much the same experience I did. That's part of why we're here - to agree, to disagree, and to learn from both of those experiences.
Several of my GR friends think much more highly of this book than I do, while others seem to have had much the same experience I did. That's part of why we're here - to agree, to disagree, and to learn from both of those experiences.
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