Finished When We Were Orphans by Kazuo Ishiguro. Here my little review from goodreads..
Over the last two years I considered Kazuo Ishiguro my favourite author. Partly due to the fact that I havent read that many books and he stood out, and the books that delivered, did so big time. I would say, he is still my favourite author, but since especially Nocturnes and now When We Were Orphans didnt quite hit the stride of his best works, Im inclined to admit, that his books are far from perfect.
When We Were Orphans premise simply does not get its hooks into me and after finishing it earlier today, I have difficulties to grasp where the punchline was supposed to be. Not that there has to be one, but there should be at least some emotional weight to the ending/last act. When We Were Orphans tells the tale of Christopher Banks, who lives his youth with his parents in both the chinese and the english world until the day his father disappeared only to also losing his mother years later under mysterious circumstances. In the years to come Christopher aspires to be a detective, and succesfully so, but the mystery surrounding his parents never leaves him.
Dry, without the emotional punch of The Remains of the Day or the beautiful drawn world of Never Let Me Go, When We Were Orphans fails to make any connection with me personally. And with that Ishiguros writing style of characters diving through their memories, searching for the truth that haunts them, shines through in the worst manner possible. Feeling more like a worn out templat for just another story, it fails.
Not completely, mind you. There are quite some passages that hint at the possibilties, Ishiguro might not have reached. The message of the book is as interesting as it gets, but is lessened by twist-y twists, lifeless characters and a lack of real compassion.
2/5