The premise of this book is just … bafflingly dull. It’s the 1950s and an English butler takes a few days off work to drive through the countryside and think back on his decades of service. Like Ishiguro’s other books, there is something staid about the writing style, it’s almost stereotypical British stiff upper lip (I would know, I was just in London, HEYO!) At the same time, it somehow draws you in and I can’t put my finger on what exactly does it. Mr […]