Hard Boiled Wonderland

Damn their eyes. Those fucktards that pegged Hard Boiled Wonderland and The End of The World as some kind of postmodern beacon leading science-fiction's future. This is not science fiction. This is what the Japanese call (find term meaning "L"iterature), meaning "L"iterature.
Different chapters in the book are written in imitation of a variety of Western and Eastern writers. There are Proust chapters, and Nabokov chapters, and Soseki chapters, and Mishima chapters... many others. This is "fantastic realism" in the same way that Kobo Abe and Gunther Grass are.
The central story is a first person narrative of increasing dread and paranoia as a man discovers that a supposed sort of hypnotic training regime which he has undergone was actually the surgical implantation of a device which can be used to switch his consciousness between three different states, and that this device has been made use of without his knowlege and that ultimately the state has become "stuck" with two of the states shorted together in an unintended configuration.
Is that confusing? Fortunately the narrative is somewhat less confusing.