This was an absolutely glorious (there's no other adjective) book featuring quite possibly the most unreliable narrator ever. Kazuo Ishiguro is a genius author who writes brilliant characters, of which the protagonist of The Remains of the Day, Stevens, is a shining examples. Stevens holds what is likely the most British job on the face of the planet: the head butler of a large country manor. But Stevens is no Jeeves and his previous employer is most definitely not Bertie Wooster. Instead Ishiguro presents us, the readers, with a highly complex character whose emotions and personality are revealed with masterful subtlety. With Stevens, all you can ever really do is read between the lines. He is rigid in his loyalty to his employer and hall, to the class system, and to his quest for dignity. It is only through carefully sifting through the smallest hints and highly biased admiration of Stevens that we begin to to see what The Remains of the Day is truly above. A shorter novel, the book is an excellent character study, filled with moments of humor, irony, romance, and scandal (downplayed by Stevens, but sensational to us). This book is highly recommended for everyone who enjoys British literature (and film, as it was made into a great movie adaptation starring Anthony Hopkins and Emma Thompson).