… is the title of a novel by Kasuo Ishiguro. I referred to it a little while back in connection with the Man Booker prize (it was the runner-up).
I was sufficiently intrigued by the storyline that I bought a copy and read it while we were on holiday last week. It is a remarkable novel. While ineffably sad and elegaic, it makes you, the reader, want to scream out to a pitiless universe that "I’m alive, damn you!!".
Highly recommended.

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