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Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Other editions. Enlarge cover. Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. In his highly acclaimed debut, A Pale View of Hills, Kazuo Ishiguro tells the story of Etsuko, a Japanese woman now living alone in England, dwelling on the recent suicide of her daughter. Retreating into the past, she finds herself reliving one particular hot summer in Nagasaki, when she and her friends struggled to rebuild their lives after the war. But then as she recal In his highly acclaimed debut, A Pale View of Hills, Kazuo Ishiguro tells A Pale View of Hills story of Etsuko, a Japanese woman now living alone in England, dwelling on the recent A Pale View of Hills of her daughter. But then as she recalls her strange friendship with Sachiko - a wealthy woman reduced to vagrancy - the memories take on a disturbing cast. Get A Copy. Paperbackpages. Published March 3rd by Faber and Faber first A Pale View of Hills More Details Original Title. Winifred Holtby Memorial Prize Other Editions Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about A Pale View of Hillsplease sign up. Must explore thsi author which of his her books do you recommend I read first? See 2 questions about A Pale View of Hills…. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 3. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of A Pale View of Hills. This is a beautiful novel that calls for patient and careful reading. I admire the way it's constructed. The cares and concerns of three pairs of mothers and daughters are refracted off one another. The first two pairs live near a resurgent Nagasaki sometime toward the end of the American Occupation of Japan in April The pregnant Etsuko, who narrates, lives with her husband Jiro, in a new concrete residential building along the river. From her window, across a stretch of wasteland, Etsuko This is a beautiful novel that calls for patient and careful reading. From her window, across a stretch of wasteland, Etsuko can see, much closer to the A Pale View of Hills, an old cottage built in the traditional Japanese style. It is there that Sachiko and her daughter Mariko live. The third mother-daughter pair are in England of about or so. This pair is comprised of an older Etsuko and Niki, a daughter Etsuko has had by a second English-born husband. Another daughter, Keiko, fathered by Jiro, presumably the child Etsuko carries in the earlier timeframe, has recently committed suicide in her Manchester flat. Moreover, Etsuko's second husband has also died. We never learn what became of Jiro. So one can see why Etsuko would be A Pale View of Hills too traumatic to face. She has lived through the American bombing of Nagasaki, but her wounds are entirely psychological. She has lost much, but specifically what she has lost is never described, only intimated. Ishiguro's elliptical style seems fully mature here in his first novel. It's unquestionably the same one he uses in later works. The penultimate page contains what we might call A Pale View of Hills narrative atomic-bomb. On reading it this second time--my memory of A Pale View of Hills subtle story had grown hazy over the intervening years--I all but jumped from my chair. Brilliant stuff, highly recommended. View all 50 comments. Aug 17, Michele rated it really liked it. Every once in a while, a book surprises you on the way to its ending. After the first few pages of this book, I A Pale View of Hills I knew what to expect - a well written realist novel about a displaced Japanese woman in England who reminisces about her youth while contemplating the choices her children have made. And for most of the book, that impression is borne out. It nicely describes the two countries, how people act and react, and what life has been like for this character throughout her time in A Pale View of Hills Every once in a while, a book surprises you on the way to its ending. It nicely describes the two countries, how people A Pale View of Hills and react, and what life has been like for this character throughout her time in both places. The novel even does a very good job of replicating the varying syntax between English and Japanese - in the reminiscences, the dialogue does not flow as it would in English, and the translation is in some cases very literal, which makes the A Pale View of Hills reflect the difference in thought patterns that speaking and thinking in another language requires. Then, only ten pages from the end, A Pale View of Hills pronouns change. Where you expect 'she' there is 'the child' and where you expect 'you' there is 'we'. And all of a sudden you're unsure who is talking to whom, and when, and you start to realize that you have been taking what your narrator says at face value when perhaps A Pale View of Hills shouldn't have. After all, the narrator of the story tells us more than once that perhaps her memory is faulty, perhaps she is mixing things up. But such a confession, such reluctance to appear certain, such a recognition of the false nature of memory, does the opposite of what the words should do. A Pale View of Hills of making the reader doubt A Pale View of Hills narrator, such qualification about the haziness of memory leads the reader to trust the narrator, after all, she has recognized that she's telling a story, and because she's telling a story, we're willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Then suddenly, the pronoun shift at the end introduces the possibility that not only did the narrator perhaps get some details wrong, leave some things out, change some names, be not as innocent as she seems, but maybe these omissions and alterations weren't accidental A Pale View of Hills we've been led to believe her a good person when perhaps she was lying about those details because she wasn't such a nice person after all, in fact, maybe she was a really nasty person. I'm sure if you haven't read the book, all this sounds a bit confusing, and you might be wondering what the deal is anyway, but from a narrative theory point of view, the ability of such a A Pale View of Hills thing - a few pronouns - to throw the entire preceeding narrative into doubt is pretty impressive. A Pale View of Hills think I will need to reread this book to figure it out. View all 14 comments. Mar 22, Annet rated it really liked it Shelves: literature-pureasiabeautiful-poeticbooker-pulitzer-nobel-materialdarkfamily-tiesfavorite-author. She came to see me earlier this year, in April, when the days were still cold and drizzly. Perhaps she had intended to stay longer. I do not know. But my country house and the quiet that surrounds it made her restless, and before long I could see she was anxious to return to her life in London. She listened impatiently to my classical records, flicked through numerous magazines. The telephone rang for her regularly, and she would stride across the carpet, her thin figure squeezed into her tight She came to see me earlier this year, in April, when the days were still cold and drizzly. The telephone rang for her regularly, and she would stride across the carpet, her thin figure squeezed into her tight clothes, taking care to close the door behind her so I would not overhear her conver-sation. She left after five days. She did not mention Keiko until the second day. It was a grey windy morning, and we had moved the armchairs nearer the windows to watch the rain falling on my garden. I almost came. Beautifully written, as I appreciate Ishiguro. When I finished the book, I started again right at the beginning, to see if the circle was complete. Not quite sure. Loved reading Ishiguro again… It's the story of Etsuko, a Japanese woman, now living alone in England, dwelling on the recent suicide of her eldest daughter. She finds herself reliving one particular hot summer in Nagasaki, when she and her friends struggled to rebuild their lives after the war. But then as she recalls her strange friendship with Sachiko - a wealthy woman reduced to vagrancy - the memories on a disturbing cast. View all 28 comments. Sep 01, Anne rated it really liked it. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. This book was so creepy and confusing that I opted to read it again. Not just because it is short, but because it is well written and it weaves a very intriguing mystery. I believe that Etsuko is an unreliable narrator an This book was so creepy and confusing that I opted to read it again. Read Download A Pale View Of Hills PDF – PDF Download

Niki, the name we finally gave younger daughter, is not an abbreviation; it was a compromise I reached with her father. For A Pale View of Hills it was he who wanted to give her a Japanese name, and I— perhaps out of some selfish desire not to be reminded of the past—insisted on an English one. He finally agreed to Niki, thinking it had some vague echo of the East about it. She came to see me earlier this year, in April, when the days were still cold and drizzly. Perhaps she had intended to stay longer. I do not know. But my country house and the quiet that surrounds it made her restless, and before long i could see she was anxious to return to her life in London. She listened impatiently to my classical records, flicked through numerous magazines. The telephone rang for her regularly, and she would stride across the carpet, her thin figure squeezed into her tight clothes, taking care to dose the door behind her so I would not overhear her conversation. She left after five days. She did not mention Keiko until the second day. It was a grey windy morning, and we had moved the armchairs nearer the windows to A Pale View of Hills the rain falling on my garden. I suppose I was embarrassed. But I A Pale View of Hills sad though, when I heard. Perhaps it was not just the quiet that drove my daughter back to London. Keiko, unlike Niki was pure Japanese, and more than one newspaper was quick to pick up on this fact. The English are fond of their idea that our race has an instinct for suicide, as if further explanations are unnecessary; for that was all they reported, that she was Japanese and that she had hung herself in her room. Long before I met your father. She seemed satisfied and with some vague comment returned to her book. In many ways Niki is an affectionate child. For in recent years she has taken it upon herself to admire certain aspects of my past, and she had come prepared to A Pale View of Hills me things were no different now, that I should have no regrets for those choices I once made. I have no great wish to dwell on Keiko now, it brings me little comfort. I never knew Sachiko well. In fact our friendship was no more than a matter of some several weeks one summer many years ago. The worst days were A Pale View of Hills by then. American soldiers were as numerous as ever— for there was fighting in Korea— but in Nagasaki, after what had gone before, those were days of calm and relief. The world had a feeling of change about it. My husband and I lived in an area to the east of the city, a short tram journey from the centre of town. A river ran near us, and I was once told that before the war a small village had grown up on the riverbank. But then the bomb had fallen and afterwards all that remained were charred ruins. Rebuilding had got under way and in time four concrete buildings had been erected, each containing forty or so separate apartments. Of the four, our block had been built last and it marked the point where the rebuilding programme had come to a halt; between us and the river lay an expanse of wasteground, several acres of dried mud and ditches. Many complained it was a health hazard, and indeed the drainage was appalling. All year round there were craters filled with stagnant water, and in the summer months the mosquitoes became intolerable. From time to time officials were to be seen pacing out measurements or scribbling down notes, but the months went by and nothing was done. The occupants of the apartment blocks were much like ourselves—young married couples, the husbands having found good employment with expanding firms. Many of the apartments were owned by the firms, who rented them to employees A Pale View of Hills a generous rate. Each apartment was identical; the floors were tatami, the bathrooms and kitchens of a Western design. They were small and rather difficult to keep cool during the warmer months, but on the whole the feeling amongst the occupants seemed one of satisfaction. And yet I remember an unmistakable air of transience there, as if we were all of us waiting for the day we could move to something better. One wooden cottage had survived both the devastation of the war and the government bulldozers. I could see it from our window, standing alone at the end of that expanse of wasteground, practically on the edge of the river. It was the kind of cottage often seen in the the countryside, with a tiled roof sloping almost to the ground. Often, during my empty moments, I would stand at my window gazing at it. There was much talk about two men seen working there one day—as to whether or not they were government workers. Later there was talk that a woman and her little girl were living there, and I saw them A Pale View of Hills on several occasions, making their way across the ditchy ground. It was towards the beginning of summer—I was in my third or fourth month of pregnancy by then—when I first watched that large American car, white and battered, bumping its way over the wasteground towards the river. It was well into the evening, and the sun setting behind the cottage gleamed a moment against the metal. Then one afternoon I heard two women talking at the tram stop, about the woman who had moved into the derelict house by the river. One was explaining to her companion how she had spoken to the woman that morning and had received a dear snub. Her companion agreed the newcomer seemed unfriendly—proud probably. She must be thirty at the youngest, they thought, for the child was at least ten. The first woman said the stranger had spoken with a Tokyo dialect and certainly was not from Nagasaki. Now I do not doubt that amongst those women I lived with then, there were those who had suffered, those with sad and terrible memories. But to watch them each day, busily involved with their husbands and their children, I found this hard to believe—that their lives had ever held the tragedies and nightmares of wartime. It was never my intention to appear unfriendly, but it was probably true that i made no special effort to seem otherwise, for at that point in my life, I was still wishing to be left alone. Copyrights by their respective owners and their use is allowed under the fair use A Pale View of Hills of the Copyright Law. I almost came. A Pale View of Hills woman I knew once. Total 41 Pages: Previous 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 A Pale View of Hills. A Pale View of Hills Summary | GradeSaver

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