Kazuo Ishiguro is one of my favourite authors who writes interesting stories that make us ponder about the human heart.
Sometime ago I started reading The Unconsoled by Kazuo Ishiguro but it was a false start. This month I picked up the book again and am glad that I finished reading it. The book is 535 pages long. Kazuo Ishiguro‘s remarkable prose engages you with the narratives that bewilder you till the end of the story.

The story is narrated in the main character’s voice.

Ryder, an internationally acclaimed pianist arrives in a Central European city. When the taxi driver takes him to the hotel, there is no one behind the reception desk. He has been invited to give a performance that may be the most important event of his life. Somehow he does not seem to remember much of the arrangement and he appears to have visited the city before. He soon discovers that there is a woman named Sophie with whom he has a relationship and he may be the father of her son, Boris. In the course of his three days’ visit, he first meets the hotel manager Mr Hoffman who organises the concert hoping to gain the respect of his wife who is disappointed with him for lack of musical talents. He then meets the conductor, Mr. Brodsky who is trying to reconcile with his long-estranged former love. He also meets Gustav the elderly hotel porter, who hopes to mend his strained relationship with his daughter, Sophie. Meanwhile the Hoffmans’ son, Stephan, plans to impress his parents and hopes to mend the family by displaying his own underestimated gifts as a pianist at the upcoming concert.
Everyone seems to want something from Ryder and he can refuse none of the requests made of him. He appears to have an exaggerated sense of public duty and in trying desperately to attend to seemingly all his duties, he disappoints and has failed Sophie in his domestic responsibilities.

The following is an excerpt about Sophie’s discontent.
‘Something about her expression made me stop. For another moment, Sophie went on regarding me coldly. Then she said tiredly:
“Leave us You were always on the outside of our love. Now look at you. On the outside of our grief too. Leave us. Go away.“
Boris broke away from her and turned to look at me. Then he said to his mother: ‘No, no. We’ve got to keep together. ‘
Sophie shook her head.’ No, it’s useless. Leave him be, Boris. Let him go around the world, giving out his expertise and wisdom. He needs to do it. Let’s just leave him to it now.’

The small town that Ryder is visiting idolizes its artists and when their artists fail its expectations, there is a breakdown within the community. During his visit, he has been repeatedly told that his very presence will restore the city’s reputation and civic morale of the populace. He tries to plead the cause of Mr. Brodsky, a disgraced conductor who is now a pathetic alcoholic and salvage the morale of a community experiencing a sense of despair due to its declining classical music scene but he has his limitations. His allegedly tight schedule is constantly disrupted by new demands for small favours and services that appear to conspire to derail his schedule to speak and perform at the town concert, which is the principal reason of his visit. He cannot recall the details of his schedule or where he has placed the copy of his schedule, all he knows is that the event will take place on the last evening of his stay. In the meantime he keeps encountering obstacles causing him to be deprived of food, sleep, and crucial preparation for the big night. It is apparent that his life has accelerated beyond his control.

Here is an excerpt that describes the scene after Mr. Brodsky’s rendition of the music composition he was conducting.
‘As I made my way back down the aisle, everyone around me seemed to be discussing what they had just witnessed. I noticed many were talking out of the sheer need to talk out an experience, in the way they might have done after a fire or an accident. As I reached the front of the auditorium, I saw two women crying and a third comforting them, saying ; It’s all right, it’s all finished now. All finished now.’ An aroma of coffee was pervading this section of the hall and a number of people were clutching cups and saucers, drinking as though to steady themselves.‘
Ryder tries to correct the views of these critics but in vain. He also tries to comfort Mr Hoffman when the evening has not turned out to be a success.
At one point it dawns on him that the hotel room “was the very room that had served as my bedroom during the two years my parents and I had lived at my aunt’s house on the borders of England and Wales.”’
Ryder’s experience is dreamlike and surreal. The story reminds us about elusive expectations that the society demands and for which we impose on ourselves the wish to fulfil them. What matters is not achievements and prestige. The city will not cure its malaise by pursuing cultural prestige.
The Unconsoled by Kazuo Ishiguro is a contemplative read where the conscious and the unconscious meet. It is a mind-bending story about an anxious musician who has encounters with various characters who seem to represent an aspect of himself. It appears that he has a deep longing to please his parents and no amount of success can allay his fear of rejection or not being loved. The story makes us pause to examine what gives life its true beauty, what matters is not achievements nor duty but love and kindness.