

Readers, too, will have to be philosophical, wondering why Ishiguro, a writer whose work tends to evoke subtextual tension, has decided to situate his plot within such a kitsch-ready mythological template. The people of the day had to be philosophical about such outrages.


Or that every so often, an ogre might carry off a child into the mist. One had to accept that every so often, perhaps following some obscure dispute in their ranks, a creature would come blundering into a village in a terrible rage, and despite shouts and brandishings of weapons, rampage about injuring anyone slow to move out of its path. Ogres were not so bad provided one did not provoke them.
