“Summer after the War,” by Kazuo Ishiguro
Like a lot of Ishiguro’s work, this piece dwells on the irreparable mistakes of the past, and as always in a delicate way, refusing to state them outright. We understand, although the boy does not, that the grandfather’s reputation has been ruined, that he regrets his propaganda work (or perhaps not? perhaps he only regrets the public’s reaction to it), and that he does not have long to live, but he still takes joy and hope from his grandson’s young life.
By the way, congratulations to Ishiguro on the Nobel! Remains of the Day and The Unconsoled are fantastic. The Guardian says he is “currently ‘very deep’ into writing his latest novel, which he is juggling alongside film, theatre and graphic novel projects[,]” so that’s exciting.