I’m feeling very up-to-date writing this book review, because Kazuo Ishiguro’s new novel The Buried Giant was only released last month. I was actually lucky enough to go and see Ishiguro talk about the book as part of the Bath Literary Festival (and after sitting in absolute awe in the second row, I was able to go and get my copy signed). It was really interesting to hear him speak about his motivation and inspiration for writing this particular book, and about his apparent movement into “fantasy”.
One of the things I so love about Kazou Ishiguro’s novels is that every one is so completely different from the last – and The Buried Giant is no exception. It takes us back to a mythical British Middle Ages, shortly after the death of King Arthur. Britons and Saxons divide the land between then, and ogres, pixies and dragons still roam the earth. We follow Beatrice and Axl, an elderly couple on a quest to find their half-forgotten son. They soon find themselves caught up in the larger tension between the Britons and the Saxons, and in trying to solve and disperse the odd mist that has fallen over their land, making everybody forget the past.