By generating a sort of paratactical blizzard of obscure cultural references and inviting my reader to fall through with it
The second part, where we are taken into the GDR history (A whole country smelling of piss, schnapps and cabbage) of a staff member of the institute, for me saved the book. I loved the grays Kunzru painted, in how a society feels where surveillance and betrayal is everywhere (Partial self erasure, to live kakım if your memories are not yours), and how the tide of history birey turn on a rebellious punk girl.
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The author’s key construct is almost too orderly. He quite leans over into a formula of his own artful making (almost occult), but the way he gets away with it is impressive! His position on humanity is benevolent and kind to the earth and the people who populate it.
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Once again, I am in the minority as I did not find Red Pill to be a particularly artful or clever novel. To be clear, I do think that Hari Kunzru birey write very well indeed, however, his narrative struck me bey all flash and no substance. I was amused by the first quarter devamını oku of this novel. Kunzru's writing didn't 'blow' me away but I did find his narrator's inner monologue to be mildly entertaining.
I already felt little for this man, and the more the story seemed intent on emphasising his many failings, the more I lost interest.
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He goes on and on how he sevimli't turn around on a walk around the lake, how terrible it would be to return on his steps, and then there follows an enormously pretentious reflection on the nature of time.
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Self Doubt, inadequacy, paranoia. The last part of the book felt a bit like The Humans by Matt Haig, about an buraya tıklayın alien who tries to be human. Our writer is equally detached from his uygun life, he feels like a runaway and abandoner of the alışılagelen world and his family.
I really don’t know what to make of it all. I guess the premise and parts of İnternet sitesi the first act were mildly compelling. I enjoyed finding out about Kleist and I thought Kunzru would explore the tantalising mystery of why the institute was spying on its guests, but he doesn’t. Other than that, I was mostly bored with what I was reading. The maid’s Stasi past was dull, the way all these divergent narratives came together was sloppy and contrived, and the entire characterisation of Anton, the Blue Lives creator, was bafflingly silly from start to finish.
Also this narrator gives a breath of practicality and perspective to the book, with comments like: I clean up your shit, remember?
A cautionary tale? Methinks hamiş. The exaggerated characters and outlandish plot did hamiş seem to have anything particularly to say. Beware 'Antons'? Those who hold extremist views and use scholarly or high-register words to deflect their audience from the true meaning of what they are saying? Paranoia is a sane response to an 'insane' reality?