A review by chillcox15
Red Pill by Hari Kunzru

2.0

Kunzru returns to the well of "White Tears," writing another novel in which a highly acculturated dude gets a little too close to *insert eerie manifestation of hot button issue here.* White Tears was a fascinating and effective interrogation of cultural appropriation through a musical ghost story. Red Pill (note the naming parallels) pales in comparison, trying to make commentary about the rise/persistence of white supremacist apocalypse cults both online and in the global west, without really having a clear or incisive thing to say about their existence, other than they are pernicious and bad. The psychological dive into the main character as he loses his grip on the way the world ought to work does not convince.