Ishiguro really gets under your skin… the air of foreboding (and occasional dread) that he manages to convey from the beginning would normally cause you to put the book down but instead you keep reading. In a sense he is becoming like an Ian McEwan and manages to keep you off-balance. The subject of cloning, the ethics of “donation”, carers, the subject of souls, imagining institutionalization of human cloning and the lives of said clones growing up in otherwise ordinary boarding schools. the fog of it all.

Closest connections: requiem for a dream, the piano teacher, darwin’s nightmare, gattaca