"Je hais les voyages et les explorateurs", toute première phrase de l'ouvrage, affirme sans détour son rejet de l'exotisme comme porte vers le sensationnel. Il s'agit ici d'un voyage bien plus philosophique, retour sur les études de terrain qui ont formé son esprit d'ethnologue. Comment se positionner face à l'autre, face à des cultures aux structures si différentes ? Quelles sont les valeurs intrinsèques de l'Homme ?

"Je hais les voyages et les explorateurs", toute première phrase de l'ouvrage, affirme sans détour son rejet de l'exotisme comme porte vers le sensationnel. Il s'agit ici d'un voyage bien plus philosophique, retour sur les études de terrain qui ont formé son esprit d'ethnologue. Comment se positionner face à l'autre, face à des cultures aux structures si différentes ? Quelles sont les valeurs intrinsèques de l'Homme ?

A Saint-Pétersbourg, en 1865, Raskolnikov, un jeune noble sombre et altier, renfermé mais aussi généreux, a interrompu ses études faute d'argent. Endetté auprès de sa logeuse qui lui loue une étroite mansarde, il se sent écrasé par sa pauvreté. Mais il se croit aussi appelé à un grand avenir et, dédaigneux de la loi morale, se pense fondé à commettre un crime : ce qu'il va faire bientôt - de manière crapuleuse.

Il y a le père, Fiodor Pavlovich, riche, malhonnête et débauché, et ses trois fils légitimes : Mitia, impulsif, orgueilleux, sauvage ; Yvan, intellectuel, raffiné...

The Ministry for the Future is a masterpiece of the imagination, using fictional eyewitness accounts to tell the story of how climate change will affect us all. Its setting is not a desolate, post-apocalyptic world, but a future that is almost upon us - and in which we might just overcome the extraordinary challenges we face.

It’s 1984, and life has changed beyond recognition. Airstrip One, formerly known as Great Britain, is a place where Big Brother is always watching, and nobody can hide. Except, perhaps, for Winston Smith. Whilst working at the Ministry of Truth, rewriting history, he secretly dreams of freedom. And in a world where love and sex are forbidden, where it’s hard to distinguish between friend and foe, he meets Julia and O’Brien and vows to rebel.

Lucas knows the perfect night entails just three things: video games, wine, and pad thai. Peanuts are a must! Other people? Not so much. Why complicate things when he’s happy alone? Then one day the apartment board, a vexing trio of authority, rings his doorbell. And Lucas’s solitude takes a startling hike. They demand to see his frying pan. Someone left one next to the recycling room overnight, and instead of removing the errant object, as Lucas suggests, they insist on finding the guilty party. But their plan backfires. Colossally.

The 13 chapters of The Art of War, each devoted to one aspect of warfare, were compiled by the high-ranking Chinese military general, strategist, and philosopher Sun-Tzu. In spite of its battlefield specificity, The Art of War has found new life in the modern age, with leaders in fields as wide and far-reaching as world politics, human psychology, and corporate strategy finding valuable insight in its timeworn words.

Who is Audrey Hoedemaker? It's a question her sister Maureen has heard more times than she can count, and she doesn't know what the short answer would be. Little sister, troubled teen, backpacker, musical theatre coach, con artist, childcare worker. Murderer. A tragic, traumatic childhood casts a long shadow on the Hoedemaker sisters. Maureen has worked hard to move beyond the violence of the past and build a good, honest life for herself. Audrey, however, just can't seem to do the same, careening from one state of chaos to another.

When I was a little girl, I dreamed a handsome knight would come and rescue me from my wretched mother. He'd ride up on his white steed and break the curse I've been fated to carry since the day I was born. Funny how things changed over time, how the fairytale twisted into something far more crooked—and darker—than I ever imagined. In reality, my knight is scarred and broken, living alone in a castle of bones that overlooks the sea. He isn’t searching for me. He never was.