Life After Potential

Ishiguro’s fiction is acclaimed for the spare elegance of the writing, a testament to the power of what is left unsaid. But he is not spare in conversation – in fact, he talks readily for more than two hours. The curious thing is that, by the end of it, I still have no idea what he’s like. You couldn’t say he was closely defended – he is too personably forthcoming for that – but there is an opacity about him that eludes description, giving no glimpse of what might lie within.

In the Guardian, Decca Aitkenhead interviews Kazuo Ishiguro.