France has become Europe’s Wild West
It’s not much fun being a Parisian these days unless, of course, you’re a person of importance who has private transport and a security detail
It’s not much fun being a Parisian these days unless, of course, you’re a person of importance who has private transport and a security detail
Putin, Xi and Azerbaijan all stand to gain from unrest on the Pacific island
What does home mean? Where your dead are buried, as Zulus believe? Or where you left your heart, as a migrant’s saying goes? In these pages William Atkins melds history, biography and travel into a meditation on exile and the meaning of home. It is a volume for our times, as the author seeks to reveal ‘something about the nature of displacement itself’. Part One introduces the three 19th-century political exiles who form the spine of the book. Louise Michel (1830-1905), the illegitimate daughter of a maid in Haute-Marne, became an anarchist and Communard, who murdered policemen with her Remington carbine. Dinuzulu kaCetshwayo (1868-1913), the young king of the Zulu