Read my review of Kazuo Ishiguro’s book The Remains of the Day. Here is the beginning:

Ishiguro’s book, The Remains of the Day, is undisputedly rich and full. Maybe full is not the right word. Solid, perhaps, or dense might fit better. Whatever the word, my impression as a reader was one of physical repletion. So much so, I set out to understand why or rather how… (Read on)