2050, Paris n'est plus qu'un torrent de violences, le terrain de jeu de fanatiques déchus. L'air n'est plus respirable. Les hologrammes ont remplacé les hommes. Le travail n'est plus que le privilège de quelques-uns. Sous l'hégémonie de Dame Consommation, il est devenu interdit de fabriquer et réparer.
Ce livre est un signal d'alerte. Il est futuriste sans être fantaisiste. Un livre terrifiant de vérités aux premières pages et saisissant d'espoir aux dernières. Un très beau roman d'anticipation, empli d'humanité. Un bel appel au vivre ensemble et au retour à l'autosuffisance.
This particular find fascinated me. It had apparently been meant originally for an account or memorandum book, having only blank, imprinted pages - some three hundred or more, I guess. However, nearly all of them were covered from margin to margin with minute little faded squiggled; I recognized them as a Renaissance script, though a poorly formed one. The writer apparently had been a man of little schooling, though obviously possessed of a great desire to write. No one, not even a specialist, reads 15th or 16thCentury Spanish scripts with ease, especially squatting in an attic with only a dim flashlight for illumination; however I could make out enough of the cramped, jammed-together writing to decide that the book was a journal or a chronicle of some sort. It appeared to be a record or diary of a journey through some part of the New World, America, not long after it was discovered by Columbus.