
Memories From the Bataclan
It was indeed a war—the worst kind, a cowardly and indiscriminate war, without the honour of the uniform.

It was indeed a war—the worst kind, a cowardly and indiscriminate war, without the honour of the uniform.

The windows of the Louvre don’t close, the computers are buggy, the cameras are broken, but nobody is resigning over this fiasco.

It is the simple right to describe reality that is at stake here.

“From now on, it is forbidden to describe reality,” the young man protests.

For now, the terrorism angle has not been ruled out by the authorities.

When a cheap platform meets a fallen Parisian temple of taste, the result is a morality tale fit for our age of commerce without conscience.

Why should gender segregation become a virtue?

A historical analogy was drawn between the Nazi leader and the president of the Rassemblement National on a mainstream television programme.

At this stage, no opponent appears capable of seriously competing with Bardella or Le Pen.

A campaign to have Pierre Gentillet dismissed for supporting Rassemblement National failed.