The story had an innocuous start, a growing pains, coming-of-age type of tale. Yet at every turn, you know there's a secret lurking behind.
Then there is the moment- 'You mean they are bleeping clones?' And everything changes. You can't read it the same any more.
Having spent some time with Kathy and the children of Hailsham, a sense of pathos is wrought eventually and their possession of souls and personalities were never called into question.
Then you realize they are clones.
Can you look at them the same way again? Can you look at cloning in the same manner.
Ishiguro does not outright engage in activism but leaves the reader to his or her own conclusion. Like many of his writings, the ending is inconclusive, leaving a sense of emptiness in the reader but like the title of the book suggest, you can't quite let this book go.
Must have been 5 years or more since I read it and whenever I read about science ethics, this book emerges in my mind. One of the most evocative books I had read and for this I think Ishiguro can be forgiven for a multitude of literary sins (*cough* Nocturnes*).
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