The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I'm conflicted about this one - it's kind of magical realism in Arthurian-era England, which is different in and of itself. The mist (or dragon's breath, or whatever) that has been causing people to not remember the past, including the recent past, seems to be pointless. But then again, maybe there is a reason it exists and the reason is a good one. Maybe. The flashes of memory that Axl and Beatrice have both in their village and on their journey to find their long-estranged son never quite coalesce into something substantial, nor is it clear that they succeed in their quest. This is the sort of read that requires a re-read to actually be sure you know what it was you read.
ARC provided by publisher.