The Remains of the Day

The book presents the times of decadence of the English nobility and consequently of its service personnel, delving into the theme of the story of a failed love sacrificed on the altar of professional dignity. It is not an easy book, but it is absolutely worth it.

I've only recently finished reading the beautiful "The Remains of the Day" by Kazuo Ishiguro, and I'd say that amongst the many themes, the one that stuck with me the most was the waxing and waning of time and life, as if both were a tide that ceaselessly encompasses the existence of every human being. This beautiful, melancholy book has made me reflect on the frailty of human bonds, on how little it takes for some misplaced words or gestures to cause misunderstandings, which are subsequently poised to hinder a relationship... or sometimes - paradoxically - even strengthen it. Ishiguro's masterpiece is lyrical and delicate, albeit being the powerful tale of a man's life; and what is to be considered more complex and multifaceted than the very existence of a human soul?