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⫸ read a Never Let Me Go effectively ❓ Kindle Author Kazuo Ishiguro ⇵ ⫸ read a Never Let Me Go effectively ❓ Kindle Author Kazuo Ishiguro ⇵ My name is Kathy H Im thirty one years old, and Ive been a carer now for over eleven years That sounds long enough, I know, but actually they want me to go on for another eight months, until the end of this year Thatll make it almost exactly twelve years Now I know my being a carer so long isnt necessarily because they think Im fantastic at what I do There are some really good carers whove been told to stop after just two or three years And I can think of one carer at least who went on for all of fourteen years despite being a complete waste of space So Im not trying to boast But then I do know for a fact theyve been pleased with my work, and by and large, I have too My donors have always tended to do much better than expected Their recovery times have been impressive, and hardly any of them have been classified as agitated, even before fourth donation Okay, maybe I am boasting now But it means a lot to me, being able to do my work well, especially that bit about my donors staying calm Ive developed a kind of instinct around donors I know when to hang around and comfort them, when to leave them to themselves when to listen to everything they have to say, and when just to shrug and tell them to snap out of it.Anyway, Im not making any big claims for myself I know carers, working now, who are just as good and dont get half the credit If youre one of them, I can understand how you might get resentfulabout my bedsit, my car, above all, the way I get to pick and choose who I look after And Im a Hailsham studentwhich is enough by itself sometimes to get peoples backs up Kathy H., they say, she gets to pick and choose, and she always chooses her own kind people from Hailsham, or one of the other privileged estates No wonder she has a great record Ive heard it said enough, so Im sure youve heard it plenty , and maybe theres something in it But Im not the first to be allowed to pick and choose, and I doubt if Ill be the last And anyway, Ive done my share of looking after donors brought up in every kind of place By the time I finish, remember, Ill have done twelve years of this, and its only for the last six theyve let me choose.And why shouldnt they Carers arent machines You try and do your best for every donor, but in the end, it wears you down You dont have unlimited patience and energy So when you get a chance to choose, of course, you choose your own kind Thats natural Theres no way I could have gone on for as long as I have if Id stopped feeling for my donors every step of the way And anyway, if Id never started choosing, how would I ever have got close again to Ruth and Tommy after all those years But these days, of course, there are fewer and fewer donors left who I remember, and so in practice, I havent been choosing that much As I say, the work gets a lot harder when you dont have that deeper link with the donor, and though Ill miss being a carer, it feels just about right to be finishing at last come the end of the year.Ruth, incidentally, was only the third or fourth donor I got to choose She already had a carer assigned to her at the time, and I remember it taking a bit of nerve on my part But in the end I managed it, and the instant I saw her again, at that recovery centre in Dover, all our differenceswhile they didnt exactly vanishseemed not nearly as important as all the other things like the fact that wed grown up together at Hailsham, the fact that we knew and remembered things no one else did Its ever since then, I suppose, I started seeking out for my donors people from the past, and whenever I could, people from Hailsham.There have been times over the years when Ive tried to leave Hailsham behind, when Ive told myself I shouldnt look back so much But then there came a point when I just stopped resisting It had to do with this particular donor I had once, in my third year as a carer it was his reaction when I mentioned I was from Hailsham Hed just come through his third donation, it hadnt gone well, and he must have known he wasnt going to make it He could hardly breathe, but he looked towards me and said Hailsham I bet that was a beautiful place Then the next morning, when I was making conversation to keep his mind off it all, and I asked where hed grown up, he mentioned some place in Dorset and his face beneath the blotches went into a completely new kind of grimace And I realised then how desperately he didnt want reminded Instead, he wanted to hear about Hailsham.So over the next five or six days, I told him whatever he wanted to know, and hed lie there, all hooked up, a gentle smile breaking through Hed ask me about the big things and the little things About our guardians, about how we each had our own collection chests under our beds, the football, the rounders, the little path that took you all round the outside of the main house, round all its nooks and crannies, the duck pond, the food, the view from the Art Room over the fields on a foggy morning Sometimes hed make me say things over and over things Id told him only the day before, hed ask about like Id never told him Did you have a sports pavilion Which guardian was your special favourite At first I thought this was just the drugs, but then I realised his mind was clear enough What he wanted was not just to hear about Hailsham, but to remember Hailsham, just like it had been his own childhood He knew he was close to completing and so thats what he was doing getting me to describe things to him, so theyd really sink in, so that maybe during those sleepless nights, with the drugs and the pain and the exhaustion, the line would blur between what were my memories and what were his That was when I first understood, really understood, just how lucky wed beenTommy, Ruth, me, all the rest of us..Driving around the country now, I still see things that will remind me of Hailsham I might pass the corner of a misty field, or see part of a large house in the distance as I come down the side of a valley, even a particular arrangement of poplar trees up on a hillside, and Ill think Maybe thats it Ive found it This actually is Hailsham Then I see its impossible and I go on driving, my thoughts drifting on elsewhere In particular, there are those pavilions I spot them all over the country, standing on the far side of playing fields, little white prefab buildings with a row of windows unnaturally high up, tucked almost under the eaves I think they built a whole lot like that in the fifties and sixties, which is probably when ours was put up If I drive past one I keep looking over to it for as long as possible, and one day Ill crash the car like that, but I keep doing it Not long ago I was driving through an empty stretch of Worcestershire and saw one beside a cricket ground so like ours at Hailsham I actually turned the car and went back for a second look.We loved our sports pavilion, maybe because it reminded us of those sweet little cottages people always had in picture books when we were young I can remember us back in the Juniors, pleading with guardians to hold the next lesson in the pavilion instead of the usual room Then by the time we were in Senior 2when we were twelve, going on thirteenthe pavilion had become the place to hide out with your best friends when you wanted to get away from the rest of Hailsham.The pavilion was big enough to take two separate groups without them bothering each otherin the summer, a third group could hang about out on the veranda But ideally you and your friends wanted the place just to yourselves, so there was often jockeying and arguing The guardians were always telling us to be civilised about it, but in practice, you needed to have some strong personalities in your group to stand a chance of getting the pavilion during a break or free period I wasnt exactly the wilting type myself, but I suppose it was really because of Ruth we got in there as often as we did.Usually we just spread ourselves around the chairs and benchesthered be five of us, six if Jenny B came alongand had a good gossip There was a kind of conversation that could only happen when you were hidden away in the pavilion we might discuss something that was worrying us, or we might end up screaming with laughter, or in a furious row Mostly, it was a way to unwind for a while with your closest friends.On the particular afternoon Im now thinking of, we were standing up on stools and benches, crowding around the high windows That gave us a clear view of the North Playing Field where about a dozen boys from our year and Senior 3 had gathered to play football There was bright sunshine, but it must have been raining earlier that day because I can remember how the sun was glinting on the muddy surface of the grass.Someone said we shouldnt be so obvious about watching, but we hardly moved back at all Then Ruth said He doesnt suspect a thing Look at him He really doesnt suspect a thing.When she said this, I looked at her and searched for signs of disapproval about what the boys were going to do to Tommy But the next second Ruth gave a little laugh and said The idiot And I realised that for Ruth and the others, whatever the boys chose to do was pretty remote from us whether we approved or not didnt come into it We were gathered around the windows at that moment not because we relished the prospect of seeing Tommy get humiliated yet again, but just because wed heard about this latest plot and were vaguely curious to watch it unfold In those days, I dont think what the boys did amongst themselves went much deeper than that For Ruth, for the others, it was that detached, and the chances are thats how it was for me too.Or maybe Im remembering it wrong Maybe even then, when I saw Tommy rushing about that field, undisguised delight on his face to be accepted back in the fold again, about to play the game at which he so excelled, maybe I did feel a little stab of pain What I do remember is that I noticed Tommy was wearing the light blue polo shirt hed got in the Sales the previous monththe one he was so proud of I remember thinking Hes really stupid, playing football in that Itll get ruined, then hows he going to feel Out loud, I said, to no one in particular Tommys got his shirt on His favourite polo shirt.I dont think anyone heard me, because they were all laughing at Laurathe big clown in our groupmimicking one after the other the expressions that appeared on Tommys face as he ran, waved, called, tackled The other boys were all moving around the field in that deliberately languorous way they have when theyre warming up, but Tommy, in his excitement, seemed already to be going full pelt I said, louder this time Hes going to be so sick if he ruins that shirt This time Ruth heard me, but she must have thought Id meant it as some kind of joke, because she laughed half heartedly, then made some quip of her own.Then the boys had stopped kicking the ball about, and were standing in a pack in the mud, their chests gently rising and falling as they waited for the team picking to start The two captains who emerged were from Senior 3, though everyone knew Tommy was a better player than any of that year They tossed for first pick, then the one whod won stared at the group.Look at him, someone behind me said Hes completely convinced hes going to be first pick Just look at him There was something comical about Tommy at that moment, something that made you think, well, yes, if hes going to be that daft, he deserves whats coming The other boys were all pre tending to ignore the picking process, pretending they didnt care where they came in the order Some were talking quietly to each other, some re tying their laces, others just staring down at their feet as they trammelled the mud But Tommy was looking eagerly at the Senior 3 boy, as though his name had already been called.Laura kept up her performance all through the team picking, doing all the different expressions that went across Tommys face the bright eager one at the start the puzzled concern when four picks had gone by and he still hadnt been chosen the hurt and panic as it began to dawn on him what was really going on I didnt keep glancing round at Laura, though, because I was watching Tommy I only knew what she was doing because the others kept laughing and egging her on Then when Tommy was left standing alone, and the boys all began sniggering, I heard Ruth say Its coming Hold it Seven seconds Seven, six, five .She never got there Tommy burst into thunderous bellowing, and the boys, now laughing openly, started to run off towards the South Playing Field Tommy took a few strides after themit was hard to say whether his instinct was to give angry chase or if he was panicked at being left behind In any case he soon stopped and stood there, glaring after them, his face scarlet Then he began to scream and shout, a nonsensical jumble of swear words and insults.Wed all seen plenty of Tommys tantrums by then, so we came down off our stools and spread ourselves around the room We tried to start up a conversation about something else, but there was Tommy going on and on in the background, and although at first we just rolled our eyes and tried to ignore it, in the endprobably a full ten minutes after wed first moved awaywe were back up at the windows again.The other boys were now completely out of view, and Tommy was no longer trying to direct his comments in any particular direction He was just raving, flinging his limbs about, at the sky, at the wind, at the nearest fence post Laura said he was maybe rehearsing his Shakespeare Someone else pointed out how each time he screamed something hed raise one foot off the ground, pointing it outwards, like a dog doing a pee Actually, Id noticed the same foot movement myself, but what had struck me was that each time he stamped the foot back down again, flecks of mud flew up around his shins I thought again about his precious shirt, but he was too far away for me to see if hed got much mud on it.I suppose it is a bit cruel, Ruth said, the way they always work him up like that But its his own fault If he learnt to keep his cool, theyd leave him alone.Theyd still keep on at him, Hannah said Graham K.s tempers just as bad, but that only makes them all the care ful with him The reason they go for Tommys because hes a layabout.Then everyone was talking at once, about how Tommy never even tried to be creative, about how he hadnt even put anything in for the Spring Exchange I suppose the truth was, by that stage, each of us was secretly wishing a guardian would come from the house and take him away And although we hadnt had any part in this latest plan to rile Tommy, we had taken out ringside seats, and we were starting to feel guilty But there was no sign of a guardian, so we just kept swapping reasons why Tommy deserved everything he got Then when Ruth looked at her watch and said even though we still had time, we should get back to the main house, nobody argued.Tommy was still going strong as we came out of the pavilion The house was over to our left, and since Tommy was standing in the field straight ahead of us, there was no need to go anywhere near him In any case, he was facing the other way and didnt seem to register us at all All the same, as my friends set off along the edge of the field, I started to drift over towards him I knew this would puzzle the others, but I kept goingeven when I heard Ruths urgent whisper to me to come back.I suppose Tommy wasnt used to being disturbed during his rages, because his first response when I came up to him was to stare at me for a second, then carry on as before It was like he was doing Shakespeare and Id come up onto the stage in the middle of his performance Even when I said Tommy, your nice shirt Youll get it all messed up, there was no sign of him having heard me.So I reached forward and put a hand on his arm Afterwards, the others thought hed meant to do it, but I was pretty sure it was unintentional His arms were still flailing about, and he wasnt to know I was about to put out my hand Anyway, as he threw up his arm, he knocked my hand aside and hit the side of my face It didnt hurt at all, but I let out a gasp, and so did most of the girls behind me.Thats when at last Tommy seemed to become aware of me, of the others, of himself, of the fact that he was there in that field, behaving the way he had been, and stared at me a bit stupidly.Tommy, I said, quite sternly Theres mud all over your shirt.So what he mumbled But even as he said this, he looked down and noticed the brown specks, and only just stopped himself crying out in alarm Then I saw the surprise register on his face that I should know about his feelings for the polo shirt.Its nothing to worry about, I said, before the silence got humiliating for him Itll come off If you cant get it off yourself, just take it to Miss Jody.He went on examining his shirt, then said grumpily Its nothing to do with you anyway.He seemed to regret immediately this last remark and looked at me sheepishly, as though expecting me to say something comforting back to him But Id had enough of him by now, particularly with the girls watchingand for all I knew, any number of others from the windows of the main house So I turned away with a shrug and rejoined my friends.Ruth put an arm around my shoulders as we walked away At least you got him to pipe down, she said Are you okay Mad animal From the Hardcover edition. 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    • Format Kindle
    • 304 pages
    • 1400078776
    • Never Let Me Go
    • Kazuo Ishiguro
    • Anglais
    • 2017-01-10T14:44+02:00