J.G. Ballard's 'High-Rise' definitely fits that unsettling vibe. The way it dissects social hierarchies through the microcosm of a luxury apartment building is chilling—residents devolving into tribal violence over minor inconveniences like power outages feels eerily plausible. Ballard's clinical prose makes the descent into chaos even more disturbing because it lacks emotional hand-holding. What stuck with me was how the architect character, Royal, becomes a grotesque parody of authority, showing how easily systems collapse when people prioritize comfort over morality.
Unlike classic dystopias with overt government control, 'High-Rise' feels more insidious because the oppression comes from within. The residents willingly abandon empathy to maintain their tiny kingdoms, mirroring real-world class warfare. That scene where they throw a dog off the balcony still haunts me—it’s not just about the violence, but how casually it happens. Ballard predicted modern urban isolation decades before smartphones and influencer culture made it worse.