'David Shapiro’s “Supremacist,” a new novel about a New Yorker obsessed with the cult clothing brand Supreme, offers a fresh, strangely affecting critique of American consumerism....[Shapiro] takes back the knife of consumerism and makes of it something wild and strange, imperfect, terrible, disturbing, unpredictable, mutable, at once lovely and unbearable.' –THE NEW YORKER
"In a way, it's like a Millennial Annie Hall, but instead of depicting a couple falling in and out of love, the book is the author's love letter to the one thing his feelings have never wavered about, even though the thing he finds meaning in doesn't love him back." –VICE
"Cheekily titled Supremacist, the book is soothingly narrated in the flat-affect preferred by contemporary alt-lit. In Supremacist, a character named David smokes, drinks, pop pills, and has awkward sex. The most compelling elements, though, are his pilgrimages to the Supremes." –THE FADER
"David Shapiro's new book Supremacist is, in theory, about all six Supreme storefronts, but, it reads like an age-old story about someone taking a journey and finding themselves along the way. This time, there's just a lot more box logo tees." –COMPLEX
"The book is as much an analysis of Supreme’s position in culture and commerce as it is a story about millennial obsession, insecurity, and ennui. Which makes it sound depressing – but it isn’t, really." –DAZED MAGAZINE
"Supremacist marks Shapiro’s second full-length foray into semi-autobiographical fiction. This time around, the fictionalized narrator embarks on a streetwear odyssey: David and Camilla, a collegiate friend who could care less about streetwear, travel the world, visiting every Supreme store in the world. Along the way, Shapiro’s narrator explains his obsession with the downtown streetwear imprint, while delving into substance abuse and Freudian collection fetishism, among many other things." –HYPEBEAST
"David Shapiro's Supremacist is a perfect modern novel, thin, funny and culturally acute. In the meta-manifesto from Tyrant Books, we accompany a failed writer caught in the emotional purgatory of being twenty-six on a wasted pilgrimage to every Supreme store in the world." –THE KIND
