Philip K. ou la fille aux cheveux noirs

We are in Berkeley, in the San Francisco Bay Area, cradle of youthful protest, on November 7, 1972, the day of the American presidential elections. Richard Nixon is seeking a second term.
Philip K. is forty-four years old. He's a science-fiction writer: until now, a minor literary genre for retarded teenagers. Philip K. has lived in this city since the age of five. An eternal student, his youth was marked by the Communist witch-hunt and McCarthyism. The Cold War: Vietnam, Cuba, revolutionary movements in the United States, the Watergate affair, all contribute to his paranoia. Unless it's due to the legal amphetamines he's been taking for so many years to keep up his frantic pace of writing: science fiction publishers pay by the line.
For over twenty years, Philip K. has been spending his nights writing novels. for over twenty years, Philip K. has spent his nights writing dystopian novels about hidden realities, large-scale psychic manipulation and separated twins living in two parallel universes (the death of his twin sister Jane shortly after their birth traumatized him, and the same dark-haired girl is to be found throughout his books).
Philip K.'s young friends see his novels as anti-capitalist parables. In Berkeley, he's known as the king of freaks. Philip K., against his will and through a series of misunderstandings, thus becomes a symb