Fred Justin is 50-something. He churns out detective novels and screenplays. He had his 15 minutes of fame, and now he’s going through a mid-life crisis. For the first time in his life, he has hit a wall. No wife, no friends, no future. He has no choice but to search for salvation in his past. A simple phone call to his best friend from high school, who he hasn’t seen in 30 years. And who will make his life hell. Or rather, a different kind of hell… The Apocalypse according to Fred is a novel in 3 separate but complementary parts, with distinctly different tones. The first part could be a detective story, unless it’s actually an episode from a depressed Fred’s overactive imagination. That would make the second a return to real life: Fred tries to pull his life together – even if fiction keeps on insinuating itself into his daily life. The third part represents a novelist’s ultimate anxiety: imagination and reality become so intimately mingled that you no longer really know where you stand. The whole is spun over a crisis background: international financial crisis, mid-life crisis, emotional crisis. Crisis central! A dive into the tormented mind of an author who creates so many extensions of himself that he winds up getting lost in his own mental maze. As Jacques Prévert put it so elegantly in Drôle de drame: If you write enough horrible things, horrible things wind up happening. A writer in crisis looks for salvation in his past and looks up his best pal he hasn’t seen in 30 years. An apocalyptic step!