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.
He was just a country boy, but he had a big thing going for him.
Down on the farm, folks didn't think much of Billy Joe. Of course, he wasn't that bright but he was a good-looking boy. That though, in a place where people took their Bible reading seriously, was more curse than blessing. Might give girls in the wrong ideas. That's the way life might have been if someone hadn't discovered that, out back of the barn, he'd developed a hook shot that was the living end.
Coaches flocked in with tempting bids but Billy Joe's folks held out until they could send him to a good church school where he wouldn't get into trouble. Problem was, once they got him into a basketball uniform that displayed what had always been hidden, no school was safe for Billy Joe. Girls did get those wrong ideas. At least, Billy Joe thought they were wrong, until... Well, you'd better find out about that later. The store manager might think you've flipped if you start rolling on the floor with hysterics.