Not a bad book, but in terms of Ishiguro's "unreliable" narratives, this one falls a bit flat, because we are too thoroughly enmeshed in the perspective of the narrator. By the end of the book, there's essentially no way to puzzle out the truth of anything that's occurred. And frankly, the surface version of the events we're told are very dull for the first 2/3 of the book. Things pick up a lot towards the end, but even then the big narrative twist doesn't do enough to justify readers' confusion throughout. A Pale View of the Hills pulls off a lot of the same tricks much more effectively, and in terms of a character study, Remains of the Day is leagues above this. Only recommended for staunch Ishiguro fans.