Short stories.
I just finished reading “Nocturnes” by Kazuo Ishiguro and…
It just feels incomplete.
“Nocturnes” is a collection of five short stories centering around musicians and their love for music/their love in general [Right up my alley, no?]. In my (illiterate) opinion, all of the stories are written beautifully by Ishiguro. Each moment is captured onto paper in a way that seems no more than appropriate for each of the settings. But when it ends, I’m left thinking, “…That’s it? After all that, that’s all you had to say?”
Do I just not get the function of the short story? Worse: Am I so Disney-ified that I need perfect, final endings for everything?

