“Christophe Tison, the guinea pig of all the excesses of the 1970s”

Exactly twenty years ago, Christophe Tison published He loved me. He revealed that he had been the victim of a pedophile at the age of 12. A friend of his parents raped him “for love”. His book described an era of liberation (the 1970s), which was a real nightmare for this teenager. Reading Tison means understanding that the children of the seventies were not only victims of their parents’ experiments: they served as guinea pigs in a laboratory of adults who believed themselves to be revolutionaries. We tried new practices on them, tested new ways of life. In terms of release, they were mostly locked up forever.

LSD, the night I never came out of is not a simple testimony of an addict but a subjective essay, alternating first person narrative and serious investigation into the history of this product, in order to demystify psychedelic literature. It is very fashionable to praise lysergic acid blotters…