I read this book in Spanish a very long time ago. I'm curious about Ishiguro's real style, as I don't trust translations very much.

As far as my translation went, I can tell that the book is deceptively easy and "soft". It describes a few sad and wasted lives through the eyes of a narrator who was too fooled by his own preconceptions; I love books in which the narrator knows a lot less than what the reader can infer and this is the best example I know of that narrative device.