kazuo ishiguro is one of my favorite writers. in the space of a month some years ago, i read both his 'The Remains of the Day' and 'The Shadow Lines' by amitav ghosh, both brilliant and unforgettable first person narratives. i was moved by both.
i haven't read any of ishiguro's later works; and i have been disappointed by Ghosh's later books and also by his thoughtless and fashionable 'secularism'.
nevertheless, this book review suggests that ishiguro is back in action, doing what he does best: understatement as the world goes to hell in a handbasket.
the tyranny of science is no less a peril than that of religious fundamentalists.