It seems to be a perennial question but one focused on a future we anticipate and aren't sure yet what to do with: what is humanity's ethical obligation to the consciousnesses we make? We see this question in the replicants of Blade Runner to the clones of Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go to the … Continue reading But They’re Not Really People—Clones and Artificial Friends, Oh My!
Drinking: Americano. Listening to: Rhiannon Giddens, There is No Other, then Joy Williams, Front Porch. In response to my post on Kazuo Ishiguro's unreliable narrators, my brother asked if Ishiguro's work showcases the impossibility of getting outside your own history to see your self and culture clearly. His entry point is An Artist of the … Continue reading Unreliable, Round Two
It's easy to fall of a cliff when talking about "unreliable narrators," those character perspectives who a reader realizes at some point cannot be entirely trusted. Once you head down this path, it becomes very easy to start seeing every narrator as unreliable. David Copperfield? Was he born? Ishmael? Total charlatan! And what is "truth" … Continue reading Unreliable