The Remains of the Day
Book - 1989 | 1st American ed.
0394573439
9780679731726
0679731725



Opinion
From the critics

Community Activity
Quotes
Add a Quote"Lord Darlington wasn't a bad man. He wasn't a bad man at all. And at least he had the privilege of being able to say at the end of his life that he made his own mistakes. His lordship was a courageous man. He chose a certain path in life, it proved to be a misguided one, but there, he chose it, he can say that at least. As for myself, I cannot even claim that. You see, I trusted. I trusted his lordship's wisdom. All those years I served him, I trusted I was doing something worthwhile. I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really -- one has to ask oneself -- what dignity is there in that?"
You've got to enjoy yourself. The evening's the best part of the day. You've done your day's work. Now you can put your feet up and enjoy it. That's how I look at it. Ask anybody, they'll all tell you. The evening's the best part of the day.
You see, I TRUSTED. I trusted in his lordship's wisdom. All those years I served him, I trusted I was doing something worthwhile. I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really--one has to ask oneself--what dignity is there in that?
The great butlers are by great by virtue of their ability to inhabit their professional role and inhabit it to the utmost; they will not be shaken out by external events, however surprising, alarming, or vexing. They wear their professionalism as a decent gentleman will wear his suit; he will not let ruffians or circumstance tear it off him n the pubic gaze; he will discard it, when, and only when, he wills to do so, and this will invariably be when he is entirely alone. It is, as I say, a matter of 'dignity'.

Comment
Add a CommentThis is a story about blind loyalty at the expense of one’s love, youth and ultimately one’s allegiance to his country.
I loved this dear book. The story and characters seemed quite simple, but they lived with all the tangled complications we all do. Stevens is an aging butler, deeply committed to striving for perfection in his duties. He was in charge of a large staff at a distinguished house, serving an important and distinguished gentleman. The housekeeper, Miss Kent, and he developed a professional friendship which turned a bit more personal. Never, however, personal enough to overshadow his duties as a dignified manservant in a distinguished house. She left, the important gentleman fell into some disrepute, and an American bought the house. Also, Stevens himself began faltering. He went on a road trip to visit Mss Kent, and met some deeper aspects of himself, and developed some ideas he had earlier pooh-poohed or ignored. In my mind, he’s a cousin of Major Pettigrew and the gentleman in Moscow — earnest, authentic, and kind.
Marvelous book. A butler goes on a short holiday and reflects on his career and employers, noting that change is happening, a change that he may not join.
Winner of the Man Booker Prize for Fiction in 1989, I couldn't put down this quiet story of an English butler reflecting back on his career and life.
This book is a thought-provoking and delightful read. As Mr. Stevens motors his way through the countryside he reflects on happenings both past and present. His quest for dignity is a prevalent theme as are his ruminations on acquiring the gift of bantering. The past includes momentous and historical happenings as well as encounters with Miss Kenton, the former housekeeper. Those exchanges remind me of Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes in the Downton series, but without the happy pairing of the two. . . yet we find ourselves daring to hope for more.
Is the reputation of the butler solely tied to his lordship? Does he have individual liberties and obligations outside of his loyalty to the house he serves? As Stevens reflects on "the remains of his day," we do so as well. Very appropriate book group selection. No wonder it was a Nobel prize winner.
So amazing. What a well-written book.
It's hard to describe what it's like, but the author is so clever at revealing the past slowly. I can see why this book has won so many prizes. It's a treat to read.
It reminded me a lot of Downton Abbey. I think it made a bit more sense to me because I have seen that show, so I could picture it clearly in my head and just hear him talking.
I recommend this for anyone.
Frankly I only picked up this book because it was a Booker Prize winner and by a Nobel Prize winning author. It was a P.G. Wodehouse meets Jane Austen account of four decades of a British butler's life. Stevens the Butler has a wonderful voice as he tells his tale of all that transpired in Lord Darlington's mansion and subsequently of the scaling down by the new American owner. I enjoyed his style and the undercurrent of unrequited romance. I would unhesitatingly recommend this book. It is a breath of fresh air.
I chose this book because Kazuo Ishiguro had won the Nobel Prize in Literature and I was really excited to read something of his, maybe a little too excited. I guess the low rating is a result of how boring I found the book, yet I think that is the only reason for the low rating. I found it interesting how the author went into the politics of being a butler and the art of being a butler and the heavily debated topics of what makes a good butler, but there is only so much I could stand.
The main character is excellently crafted and he reminded me a little bit of Monk, I was annoyed at him many times and I felt sadness for him as his residence diminished in size, yet the book was lacking. However, I don't think there is anyone who could have written a better book with the same plot. I am looking forward to reading his other books, with a little bit of caution.
PS I feel like I definitely missed something that others understood.
One of my favorite books. Seamlessly written. I love the way the underlying story dawns--even as the day (the butler's life, an era in England) is fading.
Butler on holiday through the countryside in the 1920’s confronts criticism of his previous master’s politics. The cool voice leaves you with great pity for the subservient Mr. Stevens - for his utter acceptance of loyalty, and for the author’s quiet mocking of his single vision narrator. Henry James satire in high modern English.