NocturnesOne author I’ve managed to turn Neil on to is Kazuo Ishiguro. It isn’t that I’m a huge fan and pressed copies of his novels into Neil’s hands — I bought a copy of Never Let Me Go many years ago and we both read it (and liked it).

Since then, Neil has read When We Were Orphans and I, Nocturnes. The latter is a collection of stories (yes, more shorts!) that use music as a key (the kind that unlocks things, I’m not punning). They’re quite beautiful, quite absurd (well, a couple of them), and a little sad.

(I’m currently reading a couple of reviews of the collection and I wish I hadn’t — I’m not interested in an author’s literary credentials, their ‘motivation’ or ‘method’, or why their language is or isn’t ‘limited’, I only care if the story or stories, in this case, captured my attention and gave me some sort of satisfaction.)

Some stories require big, sweeping imagery and epic storytelling. The cities and lives of the occupants (i.e. the main character in each tale) of Nocturnes do not. Their lives are quiet, average, maybe even slightly disappointing at times. That’s reality. Enjoyed and recommended.