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Okay, Ishiguro, now you're just being mean. You're not overtly breaking the fourth wall, but you're _definitely_ messing with me as a reader—making me acutely aware of myself in this role. Man, are you clever!

This novel reveals a breakdown of psychosocial logic, as dreamlike scenes insist on their own rules with little explanation. There’s a constant tension between Ryder’s inner experience and the external narrative—urgency repeatedly dissolves into detours and missed resolutions. It makes me anxious, but Ishiguro doesn’t withhold reward. My frustration continues to shape the experience, deepening its strange suspense.

All the reviews like “this perfectly captures a stress dream” idk why you’re having stress dreams where you’re god and everyone loves you but I just had one where my bedroom was infested with crabs and they came down from my ceiling like spiders

“‘It will be magnificent tonight, Ryder,’ […] ‘She’ll see. She’ll see at last’” (Ishiguro 466).🎹🙏🏼

My frustration feels as surreal as this novel. Still lost with no idea where Ishiguro’s taking me, I’m oddly entertained; the scene with Christoff and his blue folder had me laughing outright. Ryder increasingly seems like someone with dissociative amnesia—funny but also deeply pitiable. I feel as if I’m in a labyrinth: time and space bend like a fever-dream—maddening, compelling, and maybe never meant to resolve.

“He’s not so young now […] We can’t hide from it. There’s nothing to be gained in pretending about it” (Ishiguro 450).🍃

“You can behave in any way you like at functions like that. Do whatever you want. It doesn’t make any difference. You’re worth more than the whole room of them put together” (Ishiguro 446).🙏🏼👨🏻‍🍳

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t lost. I’m unsure what to make of Ryder and his narration other than the ramblings of an amnesiac somnambulist whose quality of recall is influenced by the presence of certain people. On the other hand, Ishiguro’s conspicuous satirical take on the world and people of fine arts is enjoyable and I’ve laughed audibly a number of times. I don’t know where he’s taking me but I’m hooked.