I is for Isolated: Ishiguro

What I read: Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro.

*Some spoilers included.*

I wouldn't ordinarily have picked up Remains of the Day because I'm not a big fan of broken-heartedness, and I knew enough about the book to know it nose-dives into broken-hearted territory. However, the structure of the book is so enchanting that the broken-heartedness or poignancy creeps up on you (rather than clobbering you on the head). It is inexpressibly touching and well-worth reading.

It is also surprisingly funny. The whole section about "birds and bees" and young Cardinal is hilarious. There are also a number of sad funny parts, like the section where Mr. Stevens allows the Taylors and their friends to think he is a gentleman (in the titled sense of the word) and then finds himself getting deeper and deeper into a conversation he doesn't know how to stop.

Basically, Remains of the Day is the story of a man with a remarkable gift for self-deception. What he doesn't want to see underscores the book. Part of this blindness is choice; part of it seems to be built-in. He adopts his father's lessons about dignity but fails to understand the real lesson of his father's example--for instance, how his father refused to drive around the gentlemen who were criticizing his employer. Stevens sees only the Spock-like "show no emotion/don't react" part of these examples, not the moral rightness behind them.

I knew a law professor who used Remains of the Day (the movie) to explore the idea of attorney ethics: at what point does an attorney have the ethical obligation to object to a client's behavior--not simply do what the client asks? It's an interesting question, especially since the book (and movie) make clear that Lord Darlington (Stevens' employer) is uncomfortable with many of his decisions and that Stevens could, in fact, have influenced him.

On the other hand, however, I think the book illustrates that Stevens' self-imposed isolation is partly psychological: Stevens is a fundamentally decent person as shown by his treatment of his father. Yet, he seems unable to connect with people. At several points in the book, Lord Darlington and young Cardinal give Stevens the chance to open up. These are people who care about him and who could directly improve his life. He backs away from these opportunities. I was reminded of Manor House in which the architect-become-temporary-butler reflects that the class structure makes communication--real, thoughtful communication--between master and butler tremendously difficult.

Except...Stevens' need to be butler for a man of great moral worth rests directly on the dilemma that his employer, a decent man, is behaving badly. In the one place where Stevens could directly object to that behavior--the dismissal of the two Jewish maids--he does not. The book, consequently, becomes a kind of monologue of justification. He WAS right to serve his master unquestioningly. He WASN'T responsible for the outcome.

The outcome is that his master is stripped of moral worth publicly (after the war) for being a German collaborator and pushing appeasement with Hitler. Stevens' road trip becomes not just Stevens' attempt to reunite with Miss Kenton but also his attempt to become the gentleman (from Darlington Hall) that his master failed to be. In that way, his life will not have been a failure.

I watched the movie immediately after finishing the book. It was something of a disappointment. If I had seen the movie first, I would not have read the book since the movie is one of those depressing-atmosphere-included Ivory Merchant films. Still, Anthony Hopkins and Emma Thompson are right on as Mr. Stevens and Miss Kenton. I was especially impressed by Emma Thompson. From the ads (way back in 1993), I got the impression that Miss Kenton was a kind of virago: the stubborn outspoken housekeeper who softens the butler's heart. Well, that's kind of right. But she is much more complex than that, being kind, shrewish, passive-aggressive, emotive, wounded, somewhat immature, and inexpressibly lonely. In fact, what stands out in the movie is the loneliness of these two people.

The movie, by the way, shortens the time period between Miss Kenton arriving and WWII. The shorter time makes sense. On the other hand, I like the book's two-decade stretch. It helps illustrate how well-meaning elitism can, in its well-meaning elite way, cause such havoc in the long-run. Lord Darlington is not, necessarily, incorrect about the nastiness of the Treaty of Versailles. And he is very idealistic. And somewhat honourable. And completely and totally wrong.

The lesson here is a good one to remember. Many elite intellectuals in England initially supported Hitler as well as Stalin. Whenever people try to tell me that what America needs is a "really smart" president, I always remember this. Mob-rule has its problems. A well-meaning elite, whether aristocratic or academic, is nothing to get all excited about. When the two combine, as they have recently, the result is horrific. The politics of environmentalism, for instance, appear idealistic and honourable and right. They are supported by many (long-winded) intellectual and political elites. But so much environmental thought in the West rests on "great white man" arrogance.

I could say, "They don't mean it. That isn't how they see themselves at all." 

But I can't say I'm sprinting to their defense. (And these days, I think elites do intend their cruel, violent, inherently bigoted mob reactions.)

2023: I read Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. *Spoilers.*

It's a dystopia novel, which means the premise doesn't make much sense. Even in 1990, cloning individual organs was perceived as the future--and far more cost-effective than cloning full people for parts.

And yet, the book is exceptionally well-written. The quality of the book lies not in the premise but in the narrator, the business of remembering. The narrator will say, "Here's what I think happened--but of course, at the time I didn't realize it was connected to this other event--and then much later, I wondered--and here's what other people say, but I'm not sure it is that straight-forward." 

The voice alone is extraordinary--and the story steadily veers from the "shocking truth," to the business of simply coping with aging and adulthood and the realities of life. The end of "high school," the end of friendships, the recognition of what actually happened back then followed by the lack of surety--

Is that what truly happened? Is it? What was truly going on? Is it possible to know? 

After awhile, the dystopia becomes less a reality and more a metaphor--it isn't necessarily a metaphor I agree with since I have no desire to go back in time to my younger days and wallow in regret--but something like, "You grow up and life carves out your organs, including your heart."

In any case, the underlying "truth" is less important than the remembered truth. 

Ishiguro is an impressive writer.

1 comment:

a calvinist preacher said...

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I loved Ishiguro's use of language in the book. The man can turn a phrase!

Yes, it is poignant. But the moral questions he explores and the way he explores them were helpful to me when I first read it as a military chaplain.

How does a corporal tell his colonel he's wrong without undermining the hierarchy of military class distinctions? Should he just keep silence and assume colonels can't be wrong? When do you take the one path, and when the other, and what sacrifices of humanity, of character, of self does each entail?