(Not a Valentine’s Day greeting.)
To the film of Kazuo Ishiguro’s book on Saturday night. To my surprise, I didn’t cry – though it’s bleak viewing, only made bearable by a beautiful central relationship.
Back in 2005, when the book was first published , I interviewed Ishiguro for The Herald – a really enjoyable commission, though one of those occasions when the actual writing was a real struggle.
Seeing the film (faithful to the book; cleverly abridged), I wonder whether part of the problem was that I was making the novel too complicated, despite Ishiguro’s insistence on its essential simplicity.
But if the key idea is about acknowledging our mortality and – in that knowledge – making the most of every moment in our lives, then that raises a whole raft of complex questions.