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                ebyp5n10">KLARA AND THE SUN</strong><br>
              By Kazuo Ishiguro</p>
            <p class="css-axufdj evys1bk0">About halfway through “Klara
              and the Sun,” a woman meeting Klara for the first time
              blurts out the kind of quiet-part-out-loud line we rely on
              to get our bearings in a novel by Kazuo Ishiguro. “One
              never knows how to greet a guest like you,” she says.
              “After all, are you a guest at all? Or do I treat you like
              a vacuum cleaner?”</p>
            <p class="css-axufdj evys1bk0">This is Ishiguro’s eighth
              novel, and Klara, who narrates it, is an Artificial
              Friend, a humanoid machine — short dark hair; kind eyes;
              distinguished by her powers of observation — who has come
              to act as companion for 14-year-old Josie. Like that
              childhood stalwart Corduroy, she’d been sitting in a
              store, hoping to be chosen by the right child. AFs aren’t
              tutors. They’re not babysitters (though they’re sometimes
              chaperones), nor servants (though they’re expected to take
              commands). They’re nominally friends, but not equals. “You
              said you’d never get an AF,” Josie’s friend Rick says,
              accusingly — which makes Klara the mark of some rite of
              passage they didn’t want to accede to. Her ostensible
              purpose is to help get Josie through the lonely and
              difficult years until college. They are lonely because in
              Josie’s world, most kids don’t go to school but study at
              home using “oblongs.” They are difficult because Josie
              suffers from an unspecified illness, about which her
              mother projects unspecified guilt.</p>
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                subjects. With “Klara and the Sun,” he has mastered the
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                Ishiguro, in 2015. For decades, memory and the
                accounting of memory, its burdens and its
                reconciliation, have been his subjects. With “Klara and
                the Sun,” he has mastered the adjacent theme of
                obsolescence. What is it like to inhabit a world whose
                mores and ideas have passed you by?</span><span
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                  e1tej78p0">Credit...</span><span>Andrew Testa</span></span></figcaption></figure>
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          <p class="css-axufdj evys1bk0">“Klara and the Sun” takes place
            in the uncomfortably near future, and banal language is
            redeployed with sinister portent. Elite workers have been
            “substituted,” their labor now performed by A.I. Clothing
            and houses are described as “high-rank.” Privileged children
            are “lifted,” a process meant to optimize them for success.
            Readers of Ishiguro’s 2005 novel “Never Let Me Go” will
            viscerally recall the sense of foreboding all this awakens.
            If I am being cagey about it, it’s to preserve that effect.
            But for the inhabitants of the novel, the older generation
            of whom remember the way things were, these conditions have
            been normalized, to use the banal language of our own era.
            Here is Josie’s father, a former engineer: “Honestly? I
            think the substitutions were the best thing that happened to
            me. … I really believe they helped me to distinguish what’s
            important from what isn’t. And where I live now, there are
            many fine people who feel exactly the same way.” Through
            Klara, we pick up bits of overheard conversation: a mention
            of “fascistic leanings” here; a reference to Josie’s
            mysteriously departed sister there; the woman outside the
            playhouse who protests Klara’s presence: “First they take
            the jobs. Now they take the seats at the theater?”</p>
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              e1gzwzxm0">[ “Klara and the Sun” was one of our most
              anticipated books of March. </em><a class="css-1g7m0tk"
              href="https://www.nytimes.com/2021/02/24/books/march-2021-books.html"
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          <p class="css-axufdj evys1bk0">For four decades now, Ishiguro
            has written eloquently about the balancing act of
            remembering without succumbing irrevocably to the past.
            Memory and the accounting of memory, its burdens and its
            reconciliation, have been his subjects. With “Klara and the
            Sun,” I began to see how he has mastered the adjacent theme
            of obsolescence. What is it like to inhabit a world whose
            mores and ideas have passed you by? What happens to the
            people who must be cast aside in order for others to move
            forward? The climax of “The Remains of the Day” (1989),
            Ishiguro’s perfect, Booker Prize-winning novel, pivots on a
            butler’s realization that his whole life has been wasted in
            service of a Nazi sympathizer. (“I gave my best to Lord
            Darlington. I gave him the very best I had to give and now —
            well — I find I do not have a great deal more left to
            give.”) A subplot in Ishiguro’s first novel, “A Pale View of
            Hills” (1982), involves an older teacher in postwar Nagasaki
            whose former student renounces his way of thinking. “I don’t
            doubt you were sincere and hard working,” the former student
            tells him. “I’ve never questioned that for one moment. But
            it just so happens that your energies were spent in a
            misguided direction, an evil direction.” In “Never Let Me
            Go,” clones “complete” after fulfilling their biological
            purpose. In “Klara and the Sun,” obsolescence reaches its
            mass conclusion: Whole classes of workers have been replaced
            by machines, which themselves are subject to replacement. It
            nearly happens to Klara. In the story’s first section, a
            new, improved model of AF arrives and bumps her to the back
            of the store.</p>
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          <p class="css-axufdj evys1bk0">“Klara and the Sun” lands in a
            pandemic world, in which vaccines hold the promise of
            salvation but the reality of thousands of deaths a day
            persists, and a substantial portion of the American
            population deludes itself into thinking it isn’t happening.
            Our own children have been learning on oblongs and in
            isolation. The crisis of this novel revolves around whether
            Josie, with Klara’s help, will recover from her illness —
            and whether, if Josie doesn’t recover, her mother, with
            Klara’s help, will survive the loss. It turns out that to
            “lift” her daughter, to ensure Josie will thrive amid her
            world’s “savage meritocracies” (I’m quoting from Ishiguro’s
            <a class="css-1g7m0tk"
href="https://www.nobelprize.org/prizes/literature/2017/ishiguro/25124-kazuo-ishiguro-nobel-lecture-2017/"
              title="" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">2017
              Nobel lecture</a>, an enlightening document as to his
            state of mind), her mother has knowingly risked Josie’s
            health, her happiness, her very life — a calculation that
            sounds terrible on paper until one realizes how common it
            already is.</p>
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            <p class="css-axufdj evys1bk0">Considering the place of
              “Klara and the Sun” in Ishiguro’s collected works — which
              cohere astoundingly well, even “The Unconsoled” (1995),
              powered as it is by the dreamlike absorption and
              reconciliation of unfamiliar circumstances — I found
              myself thinking of Thomas Hardy, the way Hardy’s novels,
              at the end of the 19th century, captured the growing
              schism between the natural world and the industrialized
              one, the unclean break that technology makes with the
              past. Tess Durbeyfield earns her living as a dairymaid
              before agricultural mechanization, but she channels early
              strains of what Hardy presciently calls “the ache of
              modernism.” She represents a mode of being human in nature
              before machinery got in the way.</p>
            <p class="css-axufdj evys1bk0">Klara is a man-made marvel.
              She lacks the fluidity of human mobility such that to
              negotiate a gravel driveway is a project of careful
              intention. But like the great outdoors, she runs on solar
              power, and she ventures deliberately into the natural
              world at critical points in the story, communing with the
              sun to try to help Josie with matters bigger than either
              one can comprehend. Klara’s perception, too, is at once
              mechanical and deeply subjective. Fields of vision appear
              in squares and panels, so that you can imagine (through
              her eyes) pictures processed and bitmapped, resolving
              themselves the way a high-definition image resolves on a
              screen, but with a shifting focus that seems tied to her
              interpretation of the events and environment around her.
              Seeing the world from Klara’s point of view is to be
              reminded constantly of what it looks like when mediated
              through technology. That might have felt foreign a century
              ago, but not anymore.</p>
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            <p class="css-axufdj evys1bk0">Klara is likable enough — as
              she was manufactured to be — but it’s hard to empathize
              with her on the page, which is maybe the point. The
              stilted affect that so often characterizes Ishiguro’s
              prose and dialogue — an incantatory flatness that belies
              its revelatory ability — serves its literal function.
              Klara’s machine-ness never recedes. Unlike most of
              Ishiguro’s first-person narrators, however, she seems
              incapable of deluding herself. Her technological essence
              presents some childlike limitations of expression, but are
              they more pronounced than the limits born of the human
              desire to repress, or wallow, or come across better than
              we are? “I believe I have many feelings,” Klara says. “The
              more I observe, the more feelings become available to me.”
              This statement had the peculiar effect, on me anyway, not
              of persuading me of her humanness but of causing me to
              consider whether humans acquire nameable feelings all that
              differently from her description. Which is maybe also the
              point.</p>
            <p class="css-axufdj evys1bk0">In an interview with The
              Paris Review in 2008, Ishiguro said he thought of “Never
              Let Me Go” as <a class="css-1g7m0tk"
href="https://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/5829/the-art-of-fiction-no-196-kazuo-ishiguro"
                title="" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">his
                cheerful novel</a>. Never mind that it centers on a trio
              of clones bred specifically to have their organs
              harvested. “I wanted to show three people who were
              essentially decent,” he said. Klara carries that quietly
              heroic mantle. Look at the characters Ishiguro gives voice
              to: not the human, but the clone; not the lord, but the
              servant. “Klara and the Sun” complements his brilliant
              vision, though it doesn’t reach the artistic heights of
              his past achievements. No moment here touches my heart the
              way Stevens does, reflecting on his losses in “The Remains
              of the Day.” Still, when Klara says, “I have my memories
              to go through and place in the right order,” it strikes
              the quintessential Ishiguro chord. So what if a machine
              says it? There’s no narrative instinct more essential, or
              more human.</p>
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          <p>Radhika Jones is the editor in chief of Vanity Fair and
            holds a doctorate in English and comparative literature from
            Columbia University.</p>
          <p><strong>KLARA AND THE SUN<br>
            </strong>By Kazuo Ishiguro<br>
            303 pp. Alfred A. Knopf. $28.</p>
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