An example of a book that fails on its most utterly basic level and all of the effort becomes nullified as a result. You think I'm being harsh?

Picture a book with a central idea: people are grown in labs to donate their lifes away to the betterment of other humans. The book's central conflict however is the love triangle between the main protagonist and her two friends. The purpose of this dynamic is humanization. We need to believe these characters have confronted questions in their mind, have gone through challenges that we could deem *human* in order to elevate our sympathy. Why, how come they are human but equally submissive to the horrors of their world? Surely, even at the worst stages of slavery in many historical periods, the slaves were aware of their arduous conditions. These characters aren't. They spend a whole book questioning and yet, the one question, the one confrontation, it never arrives. It doesn't know. I do not know either. Why drag me in this journey then, why did you allow the illusion go to waste?

I can't pretend Ishiguro didn't do amazingly well in some departments. I actually liked the writing style. The characters were well drawn and I even got a bit emotional at the big "reveal", which is not much of a reveal and more of a confrontation, an examination of whether or not the journey here was fruitful.

And the book failed that test, it does not know. And I'm pissed off because it had so much potential, and you don't know about why it sucks until the end.

I'm very sure Ishiguro is a wonderful writer but I cannot recommend this novel in good faith. Shame...