The worst I can say about Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go is that it is not as good as The Remains of the Day. It is, however, an excellent novel that may well take home the prize, although my money is still with Julian Barnes.
Technically, Never Let Me Go is very similar to Remains, utilising the same kind of semi-reliable narrator to recount a superficially fairly innocent story, the nuances of which ultimately add up to something quite sinister and disturbing. The less said about the story the better for any potential readers out there, but suffice to say it is related using a sophisticated structure of anecdote and reflection, the slow burning revelation that, again, Ishiguro perfected in his most famous novel.
Never Let Me Go doesn't absorb and intrigue with the same intensity as Remains, but it is still a good book in its own right. Ishiguro's plain, unadorned prose is a pleasure to read, but what makes him great is his ability to play with big themes in an understated way that actually increases their impact. It is a shame that certain people continually denigrate modern fiction when there are authors like Ishiguro at work.