In bookstores: Véronique Mougin, Antoine Glaser, Jehanne Jean-Charles...

In a novel, Véronique Mougin recounts the rescue of her grandmother during the Second World War. A Hungarian Jew, Margit fled to the unoccupied zone, heading for Mirabelle, a village of 800 inhabitants, with her husband, a worker at the GTE (foreign workers' group), and her baby. At a time when denunciation is the greatest fear for exiles, the neighbor, the baker, the dean, the doctor, the teacher, the policeman—those anonymous people who will remain anonymous—will all at some point help Margit. Doing nothing even becomes an act of kindness in the long chain of small gestures that will save her, made here and there like flashes of humanity, as if it were the least one could do. The title of the book could also be "About the Forgotten Righteous," because no one, ever, is an unimportant cog. NA

This is a detective story that seems rather incredible at first glance. A sort of Scarface in the Tropics, with coke trafficking (and lots of users), spooks, corrupt elites, and an underground struggle between Israel and Hezbollah on African soil. Not to mention a party-loving and violent Minister of the Interior, more thug than his country's top cop. The author, journalist Antoine Glaser, who has crisscrossed the continent for several decades and knows better than anyone the shenanigans and pretenses of Franco-African relations, didn't have to use much imagination. Even some less than credible episodes, such as the murder of a m