ludwig2 29/12/2022
"[...] But I suppose you wouldn't, Stevens, because you're not curious. You just let all this go on before you and you never think to look at it for what it is.[...]"
Resenha de 19/05/2020
Por algum motivo escrevi em inglês (loucuras pandêmicas), agora tenho preguiça de traduzir, fica assim mesmo
I actually had a bit of an existential crisis after finishing this book.
The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro is a great book. I followed the narrator, a butler called Mr Stevens, on his 6-day road trip from Oxfordshire to Cornwall. However, the story is not mainly about the towns and fields he passes through, even though they are very important, but rather it is more focused on his memories, which emerge as he goes on his travelling and which, throughout the book, helped me understand who is this Mr Stevens, and how does his past influence his present situation.
To me, what remained after reading was the impression that Mr Stevens was very naive both regarding his attitudes as a butler and his superficial interpretation of his past memories. I could see that he spent his life being very occupied with his work as a butler in Darlington Hall, and he was so busy thinking about his job that he even created some kind of "philosophical doctrine" regarding the essence of his profession, trying to answer the question "What is a 'great' butler?" and "What is 'dignity'?". However, with his obsession of being a great professional and being loyal to his employer, there remained no time for him to think about certain essential things in life, which are much more important than work: friends — Mr Graham, a fellow butler, with whom he has lost contact for years; family — his father, who died on the night of a very important meeting in Darlington Hall, so Mr Stevens couldn't be beside him in his last moments; and, most important of all, love — Miss Kenton, with whom Mr Stevens worked alongside for many years.
During the years they worked together (I don't recall exactly how many, I think about 14), they built a relationship of partnership and friendship and had very private moments, especially during the time in which they met every night in Miss Kenton's room for cocoa. However, as she made continuous attempts to cut through Stevens's armour of seriousness and become only a bit more intimate with him, he kept displaying an obsessed professionalism and loyalty to his employer, which did not allow for any breaches of his butler personality. More than once, he almost got out of his "butler-shell", but he never actually did, and those moments remained with him (he even calls them "crucial moments" of the decay of their relationship), as he wrote them on his diary: for instance, after he told Miss Kenton of her aunt's passing, he left her room and, standing in the corridor, he was sure that she was crying inside. However, he couldn't bring himself to knock the door and offer his condolences. The result of his distant and seemingy uncaring attitudes towards Miss Kenton was that she started leaving Darlington Hall to meet another young man; she eventually got married to him and left the house definitively — which Mr Stevens did nothing to stop, even though she gave him the opportunity more than once, as if she had one last hope that he would show his feelings and object to her moving out of Stevens's side forever. Twenty years later, Stevens goes on his motoring trip, and at the end he meets Miss Kenton again (their final meeting is probably the main event of the story); as they talk, he realizes how his heart is broken, having missed the opportunity of a life he might have had with her; and thus the book ends with a sorrowful tone, as Mr Stevens is still very busy thinking about being a good butler to his current employer, Mr Farraday — indeed, what else is there to do, with the years that remain to him?
There are many other themes in the book, and many other characters — I noticed that I didn't even talk about Lord Darlington. However I wrote what remained mostly of the story for me. Now going back to what I said about some existential crisis. This book made me think of what I am missing as each day passes — maybe something I didn't do, that could have changed my life completely; an opportunity I didn't grasp, and condemned me to some sad future. I think it is very easy to fall into this "rabbit hole" of negative thoughts, or maybe one could call it the "fear of missing out (FOMO)", especially in 2020, the Coronavirus year, in which we are all told to stay home and self-isolate, or else we will help to spread the virus and possibly die from it. So, during "quarantine", what remains after each bright, sunny day spent at home? Mostly nothing. However, even in "normal times", when there is not a world-wide pandemic, one can have a very similar fate as of Mr Stevens's: only thinking about working, studying, and "self-improvement" (this is called "being productive"), and having very little time to worry about friends, family, lovers, and other truly essential things, one might end up old and sorrowful, with a broken heart — and it is for the fear of this outcome that many people end up trying to do as many things as they can on their youth, while at the same time not doing anything really meaningful. So maybe it is an irreconcilable question — whether to do a lot of things in fear of missing out, trying to produce a memorable remainder out of each single day, or just accepting to miss out anyway because you will always miss something in life, something will always remain undone. I don't know the best way to live, the best guidance to follow. But after reading this book I've been thinking more and more that I don't want to end up like Mr Stevens.