"The Unconsoled" by Ishiguro Kazuo

The Unconsoled is the marmitest book I know. I love it. I think it's deeply uncynical, in fact incredibly heartfelt and moving. And no it will not make any more sense if read to the end.

Agree w ledge. It makes as much sense on page 63,000 as it did on page 63. No more, no less. Fucking maddening, but very true to what it describes. Painful, frustrating, almost almost almost almost but never quite. Made me sad.