A review by anteus7
The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro

4.0

It's funny when one picks up a book without knowing anything about it and reads it based on nothing more than who the author is and someone else's recommendation. This happened for me with The Buried Giant. I had no idea that this was a book about post-Arthur Britain (and it took until Sir Gawain showed up for me to twig to that--sharp, I am).

It is a book about memory, loss, and healing, though, and those things made sense to me without the extra context.

This is a beautifully written book, and one which is slow to develop. In this case, I liked how slowly things became clear. It was an extended metaphor of the mists covering the land in the story, and their ability to obscure not only what characters could see around themselves, but their own memories as well.

There is a lot more to this book than that, but this about covers why I was intrigued and the kind of fun I had not knowing anything about the story before reading it. I felt like one of the characters trapped in the mist, not able to see through it.