Kepler's 2020 Project in the News:
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Ishiguro is a writer who peels your heart with gentle, almost surgical
strokes, laying it bare while hardly leaving a fingerprint on it. Then
he drops it into a vat of salt water. The shock is so huge that you
can't remember the moment when it first hit you. (Have you read The Remains of the Day? If you haven’t: why?)
These stories are clear, stripped down, disciplined. They encourage you to fill the spaces around and through them with pieces of your own experience. They’re about musicians and music, regret and the crumbling quality of dreams. You find yourself sliding your life into them, and when the devastating part comes along, you'll be heartbroken. And then you'll think, I need to read that again. |
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