5 stars, rounded up to 4 stars: this is a flawed book that I by turns found irritating and unsatisfying in parts, but Kunzru’s ability to tie it all together and keep me thinking about what I read speaks to its power.
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 bey if your memories are not yours), and how the tide of history hayat turn on a rebellious punk girl.
The first part of the book starts kakım a little bit of a condensed tick-box history of post-war Germany
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That leads into a tangent about one of the retreat’s cleaners and her youth kakım a punk rocker in East Germany and subsequent experience with the Stasi.
This creator then, incongruously, decides to become the narrator’s cartoonishly evil nemesis, leading to the narrator’s full mental breakdown. The book ends anticlimactically and underwhelmingly with the conclusion of the 2016 election.
Right in the middle of the book, there's also a detour. The narrator gets talking to Monika, the woman who cleans his room, and she tells him about her youth in East Berlin during the GDR period.
The strained apprehension of watching someone unfurl Burada into a disturbed state and witnessing the questionable realisations of simulation, conspiracies, and existence slowly trickle down each page, makes this novel nothing less than intelligent and nothing more than an expedient read.
Kunzur's arguments felt tired, especially in 2020, and serve a merely ornamental function. Take the role of the show Blue Lives in the story. Our narrator watches it with a mix of horror and fascination. He worries that no one başmaklık caught on the burayı kontrol et messages that Anton has peppered in his show, particularly a troubling quote by Joseph de Maistre. Our narrator tries to call out Anton, by criticising his show's pessimistic worldview, in which the world is an "abattoir".
" But for Hari Kunzru, I was willing to give it a try. From the title I expected it to be more straightforward, which is hilarious because I have read Kunzru before and I should know better.
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Tam olarak bu noktada devreye giren Cobra sertleştirici ve geciktirici mavi komprime derunğindeki katıksız formülü sayesinde bu rahatsızlıkları baştan sona katkısızlıklı bir şekilde iyileştirme etmektedir.
August 30, 2020: A bitter pill you can yet cannot swallow—utter chaos from an unnamed İnternet sitesi narrator's existential crisis that blows into paranoia around not just oneself but also the understandable fear of inequalities, suffering, and a resurgence of the far-right, to the intoxicating complex narrative that points to poetic romanticism of the nineteenth century, harsh history, and political philosophy, thereby opening up doors to discussions on seemingly linear yet realistically convoluted and intricate themes.
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 edge by awful aspects of our modern devamını oku world?