Libro: The Buried Giant

The Buried Giant, by Kazuo Ishiguro

Book 38 of 100

“Some of you will have fine monuments by which the living may remember the evil done to you. Some of you will have only crude wooden crosses or painted rocks, while yet others of you must remain hidden in the shadows of history.”

Until the very end, I kept thinking there had to be some kind of time loop.

Honestly, I was expecting one.

The whole story has this strange feeling of memory slipping away, of people trying to hold on to fragments of the past while never being completely sure if those fragments are even true.

And that left me wondering:

Were there really secrets buried in the past, or were some of them only memories people had convinced themselves were real?

That’s probably what stayed with me most.

The book seems less interested in giving clear answers and more interested in asking what happens when people remember too much, or forget too much.

Maybe forgetting can protect us.

Maybe remembering can hurt us.

Maybe both are necessary.

There may be symbolism buried everywhere in this book.

Or maybe there isn’t.

Either way, interpret it as you will.