Nocturnes would seem like a perfectly good book if it didn't have Kazuo Ishiguro's name on it. After so many masterful novels full of wistfulness, remorse, and dread The Remains of the Day and Never Let Me Gobeing personal favorites he has set the bar so high that you can't help but be underwhelmed by these five tales, most of which revolve around some naive, music-loving man getting an unpleasant glimpse into somebody else's relationship. Ishiguro's prose is looser than usual. It's fitting for the characters, but you miss the hypnotic, hyper-controlled stuff he built his reputation on. Less talented writers could have written this book and gotten an A for effort. Ishiguro will have to settle for a B.