Fiction European War

Max Anger is a man on the edge. The former fighter in an elite band of special-ops soldiers in Sweden, Anger is haunted by battle scars, a childhood spent in the Stockholm archipelago, and his own mysterious family past. Now behind a desk at Vektor, a think tank conducting research on Russia, he’s met his match - and fallen in love - with fierce fellow operative Pashie Kovalenko. Like all of Vektor, she’s set her sights on the tenuous future of her country.

A celebration of cabaret in Berlin and the birth of cinema, set against the rise and fall of Germany between World War I and World War II As the clock chimed the turn of the twentieth century, Lilly Nelly Aphrodite took her first breath. The illegitimate, soon orphaned daughter of a cabaret...

The first novel by Bernhard Schlink since his international best seller The Reader, Homecoming is the story of one man's odyssey and another man's pursuit. A child of World War II, Peter Debauer grew up with his mother and scant memories of his father, a victim of war. Now an adult, Peter...

The sun dipped low over the picturesque landscape of Normandy, casting a warm glow on the historic sites that had once been battlegrounds. The family’s journey began with excitement, as they ventured into a world that felt both foreign and familiar. For the father, this trip was an opportunity to connect with history, to walk the same paths where soldiers once fought bravely. His young daughter, innocent and curious, saw the beauty of the countryside, unaware of the haunting echoes of the past that lingered in the air.

I spent five years in five concentration camps. All the atrocities I saw haunt me, so I write to process the past. I will never be able to erase from my memory the picture of Birkenau, where one year seemed a thousand years, where thousands of men and women from all parts of the world found an untimely end. Five years seem a short space of time, but more crimes were committed during that period than during the past five centuries.

"J'ai longtemps rêvé que l'histoire de ma naissance exhibe ses entrailles. Quelle que soit l'odeur qui en surgisse. La pire des puanteurs, c'est le silence." PRIX D'HONNEUR FILIGRANES 2020. Je m'appelle Hildegard Müller. Ceci est mon journal. Le Troisième Reich m'a enfantée. Je suis une oubliée de l'histoire. La seule race que les SS aient créée, c'est la race des orphelins. Qui est Hildegard Müller ? Le jour où il la rencontre, l'homme engagé pour écrire son histoire apprend qu'elle a 76 ans, qu'elle sait à peine lire, à peine écrire.