


Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro made me think of society's outcasts in a different way. I'd never been drawn into in so poignant and poetic a way how we, as a society, sometimes choose to see what's convenient to us rather than what's in front of us. People we wish to use we rename, re-designate, taking away their right to compassion, to humanity. In the future (the novel suggests) we might call these people clones, breeding into them a stoical and therefore tragic acceptance of their own usage; in the past they have had many other names.

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