The Remains of the Day is a hauntingly beautiful account of life between the two world wars as told from the point of view of an ageing butler named Stevens. After over fifty years of faithful service, Stevens decides to go on a road trip across England in his master’s Ford. Stevens’ ruminations and perspectives, as he travels the roads of England, offer extraordinarily unique insights to several facets of life.
For an anglophile like me, the British backdrop and tone of the book was quite delightful to say the very least. The Remains of the Day slowly grows on you, and once you allow yourself to be immersed in Stevens’ world, it takes you places where you long to remain for eternity. It is a story of unrequited love told in the most subtly beautiful way. It is also a story of acceptance, and making peace with one’s past. Certain parts in the latter half of the book are so overwhelming that one feels fortunate have been able to come across something so beautiful.
It is not a book for everybody as it unravels very slowly, but if your tastes are anything like mine, you’re up for a journey like no other.
INKPOT 
Although I haven’t read the book yet, I did read Never Let Me Go by Kazua Ishiguro and was let down a bit by it. This review though makes me think that I chose the wrong novel of his to start off with.
I haven’t read Never Let Me Go, but from what I’ve heard The Remains of the Day is definitely better received than the former, and probably the most well-received of Ishiguro books. I thoroughly enjoyed it. However, as a fair disclaimer, I have found reviews of Ishiguro’s books, including The Remains of the Day, quiet polarizing and his works only appeal to people who like slow, descriptive and extensively vivid stories. The Remains of the Day was definitely one of them; I’m not sure about his other works though. But it is definitely worth giving a try.