Jan 3, 2017
Cloning and having a soul
I just finished reading the book Never let me go by Kazuo Ishiguro. I've never been one of those who reads all of the most popular books that are out currently. Sometimes it takes me years to get to some of those books if at all. I found this by chance while looking for something to watch on YouTube. I watched a snippet and decided that this would be interesting to watch. Then I went to my local resale shop and found both the book and the DVD.
When the first sheep was cloned back in 1996 and Dolly arrived on the world's platform, I was amazed. Somehow, I felt that maybe we trying to fill God's shoes in the creating department or on the verge of it anyway. Then I began to wonder if the sheep had a soul or if any being that was created in the lab had a soul. Does it or doesn't it? Isn't there something magical that happens at conception?
The story centers around three characters, Kathy, the story teller, Tommy, and Ruth. Kathy narrates this sordid tale about their secluded existence in a place called Hailsham. The children were treated very well at this home for clones, unlike some of the other centers around the country we hear about in the story. All of the children are the same age, which piqued my interest more deeply as I read. It is hinted to them what their short lives will consist of but it is never out in plain sight. They are lied to, tricked, and manipulated so that they will be resigned to the fate for which they were created.
They were encouraged to be creative and if they became good enough their "art" was taken to Madam's gallery. Everyone aspired to have their work at the gallery even though they would never get to see it on display. If a student doesn't do well creatively they are made fun of by the other students. Why did they have such an intense focus on being creative? Hint: It has to do with the soul.
If you never read another book then this one should be your last. I was enthralled by this novel and how it played out. Throughout the story I kept asking myself what I would do if I were in that situation. The author kept my mind twisting and turning the whole time, not wanting to look at the horror of their lives, but peeking nonetheless.