They’re nominally friends, but not equals. They’re not babysitters (though they’re sometimes chaperones), nor servants (though they’re expected to take commands). Like that childhood stalwart Corduroy, she’d been sitting in a store, hoping to be chosen by the right child. This is Ishiguro’s eighth novel, and Klara, who narrates it, is an Artificial Friend, a humanoid machine - short dark hair kind eyes distinguished by her powers of observation - who has come to act as companion for 14-year-old Josie. “After all, are you a guest at all? Or do I treat you like a vacuum cleaner?”
“One never knows how to greet a guest like you,” she says.
About halfway through “Klara and the Sun,” a woman meeting Klara for the first time blurts out the kind of quiet-part-out-loud line we rely on to get our bearings in a novel by Kazuo Ishiguro.
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