Eventually we came into a narrow side-street that had the occasional shop, but was mainly just ordinary houses.I don't know if you've ever been to Brown County, but there's a town there called Nashville, as shown in the pictures below, that I go to at least once every summer with my family. Now, I know the place Ishiguro describes is a bit more of a city- shops, offices, houses- than a little town, but that's just what I pictured.
That last picture was from just a few weeks ago.
Anyway, I found chapter fourteen to be rather interesting. Especially this part from page 166:
"We all know it. We're modelled from trash. Junkies, prostitutes, winos, tramps. Convicts, maybe, just so long as they aren't psychos. That's what we come from.The first thing I noticed when I read this was that it contains an example of litotes (which I will most certainly be using in my Lit. Terms Journal). The second thing I noticed, or rather realized, was that Kathy may have been thinking the exact same thing even though she says it doesn't matter. That may have been why she was looking through the porn mags.; she might have been looking for her possible.** I do happen to agree with Tommy, though. I don't see why it matters so much to them. Their "model" really has no effect on them now; whatever their lives were like have nothing to do with the lives of the students.
I'm interested to know what the fifteenth chapter has in store. Tommy and Kathy are on their own. This is the perfect opportunity for them to confess their love for each other (yes, I do hold onto that theory). That, or they will continue silently pining for each other, and this next chapter will be a very awkward mixture of feelings.
Until next time,
Alysse
** Well as it turns out, I was kind of right! Just had to keep reading to get my answer.
Do you ever find things that you've lost in Nashville?
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