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This is a novel that is packed with ideas. I am confident that there are more ideas in the book than I picked up on. Our narrator (never named) is increasingly unreliable, but his obsession with Heinrich von Kleist drives him and the narrative forward.
The problem is, that when I try to describe the book, there are just more and more things that make it sound like a Nope instead of a Tell Me More. So this is my best pitch: this is, to me, a social horror novel about masculinity. It isn't about a Men's Rights Activist or one of the other subtypes of horrible men on the internet, this book is about a man a lot like Kunzru himself, the biggest difference at first glance is that our unnamed narrator writes nonfiction cultural commentary rather than fiction.
Dreamy, paranoid and riven with anxiety, Kunzru's latest book covers so much ground, but is fundamentally interested in the decline and fall of liberal democracy. It closes with the election of Trump, but feels grimly prescient.
We then have a brief interlude when the narrator befriends his cleaner – and on hearing of his concerns about the surveillance he thinks the centre is placing him under (a combination of his unease with the very aims of the foundation and his growing paranoia) spontaneously confesses at length to her past birli a Stasi agent (after gaslight style coercion from a handler).
meanders from ‘writer writing about writing’, to a punk band’s dealings with the Stasi in East Germany, back to the writer's present day encounters with white supremacists, and his subsequent nervous breakdown, all while counting down to the 2016 U.
I think this book pairs nicely with another literary horror of the season, LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND by Rumaan Alam. While they have very different approaches, the families at burayı kontrol et their center are quite similar in class, politics, and status.
It doesn't work; instead, he concentrates his thoughts on three things. Firstly, he becomes somewhat Burada obsessed with the life and work of Heinrich von Kleist, a German Romantic poet who killed himself in Wannsee in 1811. Secondly, he grows increasingly convinced the devamını oku staff of the Deuter Center are spying on and monitoring him. Thirdly, he binges a violent cop show called Blue Lives
Cowed, our narrator, who is fully aware of his own inability to speak against this bullying man, hides in his bedroom, watching episode after episode of Blue Lives an America show about cops gone 'rogue' and operate under a 'violence begets violence' mentality which sees them torturing and killing criminals.
However, if you think the tale is a tangle of ambiguous, inexact implications, don’t worry. Kunzru’s novel başmaklık a rewarding payoff where the loose threads tighten up and clarify where and what and why. In fact, the moment of clarity is akin to an organic epiphany, and a warning. If the past is prologue, when is the future epilogue?
Red Pill is an anxious narrative that is about many things, most significantly the decline of the narrator’s mental stability in the face of the increasing compromise of liberal democracy. This is a hectic novel, littered with cultural and literary references.
It was a little too esoteric and scattered for me and I certainly didn’t love it kakım much as White Tears. It is tapping into a kind of 2016-2020 brand of anxiety which I find I don’t need in a novel just now but maybe from the safety of the Daha fazla bilgi future it might be a worthwhile novel to revisit?
Meanwhile he find every uygun thing stressful (I always experience low level panic when I am denied internet access, even if I have no immediate need for it), which led me to the feeling that mental breakdown is a decidedly uninteresting topic to read about.
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I mean, really, what was the point - right wing = wrong wing, or something equally trite? Or the ultra-sensitive narrator was simply plain nuts and got pushed over the Burada edge by awful aspects of our çağdaş world?