Red Pill by Hari Kunzru - Review
If anyone ever asks me what life was like in the late 2010s, I shall give them a copy of this book and shove it in their face, for if one wanted a crystallisation of the major, abysmall problems and issues facing our society, then one can no worse than picking up and reading this book. Kunzru's brilliantly executed, superbly crafted, and, most defintely, agonisngly beautifully written book is flanked by three main structures, which bounce back and ripple off one another in various different ways, interacting and cross-fertilising throighout the book as Kunzru (or who we can presume to Kunzru, considering it's written in a first person perspective), like some latter day Dante, plunges deeper and deeper into the inner circles of moder day capitalist hell, peeling back layers and layers, the sum total of assaults against the basic principles of decency and sanity slowly escalating to the final, mad, insane denoument on the barren cliffs of a Scottish island. But more of that la...