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I moved this to Central Library as it's book related. 

 

What does everyone think of this?  I have always thought that his output was a bit varied in quality. I loved Remains Of The Day and Never Let Me Go,  but couldn't get on with When We Were Orphans, like many BGOers.  I see that some people on here loved The Buried Giant, but John Crace in the Guardian just described it as "a leaden fantasy".

What are the criteria for a Nobel Prize in Literature?  Am I just getting old enough to see that idols have feet of clay?  Is Ishiguruo as good as other Nobel winners? 

 

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I was a bit surprised when I saw the announcement on the news yesterday I must admit MM.  Like you I loved Remains of the Day and Never Let Me Go but apart from A Pale View of Hills I have found his other books a bit hit and miss.  It seems to me that his great works are a little thin on the ground to win a Nobel Prize.  Maybe I am expecting too much.

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7 hours ago, Minxminnie said:

 

What are the criteria for a Nobel Prize in Literature? 

 

 

 

From the Nobel prize website

https://www.nobelprize.org/nomination/literature/index.html

 

I've not read any ishiguro so can't comment. 

 

I guess with my experience of nobel laureates being Vargas llosa and Garcia marquez, there is a little bit of patchiness in their works though in varying degrees.

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My experience is similarly varied... I certainly wouldn't consider Ishiguro as a great writer... (and surely some sort of greatness is what the Nobel prize should recognise?)

 

I feel his writing doesn't come from the heart, for from the gut... and some of it clearly comes from creative writing classes...

 

I liked, and still like, The Remains of the Day; I felt Never Let Me Go was very overrated, though based on a very clever idea (or conceit); I didn't manage to finish When We Were Orphans...

 

Has anybody here read The Unconsoled?

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On 10/13/2017 at 10:59, brightphoebus said:

I would recommend An Artist Of the Floating World which I do think is a quiet masterpiece.

So would I, and so do I.

 

Of his seven novels, I have read four. An Artist of the Floating World, The Remains of the Day, When We Were Orphans and Never Let Me Go.

The first two were, I thought very good.  I didn't rate When We Orphans, because I didn't get it (the language was good, though) and Never Let Me Go was a fascinating read, but I don't think I would want to bother re-reading it.

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