"And beyond the dead trunks, maybe sixty yards away, was the boat, sitting beached in the marshes under the sun." (NLMG, page 224)
When, oh when will anything be explained? Something huge had better be about to happen to connect all this because everything so far is just a bunch of scattered stories. But I suppose that is the writing style of Kazou Ishiguro. Intentional irritation. What is the point, I would love to know, of telling a ton of random stories about a girl's bizarre life?? It's like how many licks it will take to reach the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop. The world will never know.
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