My second Hari Kunzru book and my second blast of slowly rotting enjoyment. A writer slowly losing himself while on a fellowship in Germany where he accomplishes next to nothing. What’s real and what’s not begin to merge as history and truth are brought to question. Like Neo in The Matrix, given a choice of the red pill of reality.
The history of the Stasi and their breakdown techniques mingle mid-book layering a dark mood that begins to peak as the author flees Germany and unravels even more while the narrative of Nazi, Stasi, and Trump begins to merge coming full circle in the final few paragraphs. In short, this dude can write. Red Pill is timely and haunting. Get it, read it.