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“Never Let Me Go” is a book made up of nostalgic memories, of valuable, never

fading memories which remind one of a life that’s worth living, yet which is squashed under
the cruel foot of modern science. It is a book about childhood, at times an idyllic innocent
childhood, about the joys and little details that make one happy and fulfilled. About boys and
girls living peacefully together in an isolated, slightly exclusivist community, sharing their
things, their bedroom, their experiences, trying to get into various groups, to form
relationships. It is a story about a childhood unrolling among guardians, inside a strictly
secured place, yet so similar to what a real childhood should look like “even if you don’t quite
know”. And few of the readers get to really know along the way; most of them understand
only towards the end. But, as it is seen from the characters’ point of view, it is never too late.
It is a novel about unfavoured childhood, which lacks any kind of affection or encouragement
from outside. A childhood also kindled by imagination.
It a telling about finding one’s way in life through art, by way of creating something,
anything, even if it’s valueless. Some people might find it important. It is about naïve art,
which, nevertheless, keeps hunting the characters with the gallery it fits into. About naïve art
which is supposed to reveal one’s soul, one’s inner self and eventually lead to redemption.
About naïve art which can give a glimpse of the emotional connection between two people,
two lovers, and save them and their relationship. About art which proves to be worthless in a
purely insensitive world.
It is a story about friendship and trying to unwind the threads of time only to sort out
the unspoken words and feelings that fuel that friendship. About the urge to explain
everything so as to be at peace wit oneself. A friendship as strong as it can possibly be,
interspersed with all the natural feelings of jealousy, sympathy, comradeship, secrecy,
bragging, imitation, and eventually love and sexuality. About spontaneous hugs, gifts, objects
to remember. About unexpected or even repressed feelings, which are only there to burst out
someday. A friendship build upon certain childish facts only to continue them at adulthood.
An unconditioned relationship, which transgresses the years and all life stages and situations
only to get stronger, to get beyond human experience.
This is a novel about fantastic immaginary places, fantasy lands, about the world
outside and all its possibilities. A book about Hailsham, the Cottages, and Norfolk and all the
myths and legends around them, at a more scientific and somehow childish level.
It is a books about being different from other people and being aware of it but only at a
superficial level. About not knowing what to expect from life or how to explain certain things
that occur around the others. About avoiding certain topics, living in secrecy and in
speculation, living out of imaginary situations only to feels embarrassed out in the real world.
A book about learning how “to cope” with life out of one’s own experience, and being
educated thoroughly with no functional purpose furthermore. Being different up to one’s
elbows, yet living in sheer ignorance until adulthood, nurturing an idyllic illusion of a better
life, only to be shattered on one’s own premises ad with one’s own means. The ignorance of
being different if felt like some sort of “golden age” and the characters just let it pass because
of their incapacity of handling it. This is a novel about a difference, which is imposed by
somebody else; about being a pawn, an actor, about being brought out into this world with
only one mean purpose. About destinies that are controlled by modern, scientific means.
It is also a telling about the impossibility of developing love, or carrying it to another
stage, namely a family or an inheritor. The impossibility of sharing out one’s own difference
verbally, not only physically. About the impossibility of changing anything in the way one has
to rip a part of himself and donate it at the proper time. The impossibility of cherishing
properly one’s feelings or of creating solid connections, for fear they will fade away one day,
for sure. About the impossibility of shunning an inner suspicion and undefined feelings which
make the outside actions look rather ridiculous as seen through the eyes of an adult.
And eventually, this is a book about learning literally what one trully is, about
experiencing with various stages in life and an array of feelings only to reduce them, to
confine them into a hospital ward. A book about donors and carers, about “possibles” and the
illusion of finding them. About vital organs which have to function in another person’s body
after being exploited by one’s own body. A book which stifles any human value or hope under
the modern ambition of children with enhanced superiour characteristics. A novel about
cloning and creating beings out of a donation programe, which would frighten any rational,
commonsensical mind. About a world which aims to be more scientific, more effective and
more practical.
It is a story about song number three on Judy Bridgewater’s LP “Never Let Me Go”,
with a message that only points out to the necessity of learning how to let go.