A review by alleeme
The Remains of the Day, by Kazuo Ishiguro

5.0

What lies ahead for those hanging on to old regimes? Is there a possibility for happiness and utility at the end of a life spent sacrificing everything else to cling madly to an already dead establishment. Scraps of happiness are all anyone can hope for I suppose. I actually cried at the end of this, not sure what's going on with me...