Another interesting one from Ishiguro, although somehow I found this one a little slower in the beginning.
Written in the first person account of an ageing butler, as he reflects on his life at one of aristocratic political houses during the interlude between the two world wars.
As you make your choices for dignity and duty and doing the right thing, what really is the price you pay for those? What are the remains of your day?
Another parallel thread running was about the so called elitist notions of decision making. That one was interestingly put too.
Overall a nice read.