Mes larmes étaient celles d’un désenchantement : un désenchantement féministe. J’avais échoué à trouver les mots qui auraient fait douter ces femmes de leur offensive contre d’autres femmes, de leur trahison d’un féminisme universel, de leur aveuglement par des biais racistes et islamophobes. Puisque l’islamisme était l’ennemi, celles qui affichaient leur adhésion à l’islam devenaient à leurs yeux l’incarnation de ce danger, et se retrouvaient exclues des luttes pour les droits des femmes. Mais les femmes musulmanes ne sont-elles pas des femmes ? Maîtresse de conférences en sociologie à l’université de Strasbourg, Hanane Karimi déploie ici une réflexion sur la « nouvelle laïcité », l’islamophobie et l’héritage colonial français pour montrer comment les femmes musulmanes, désignées comme des ennemies de l’intérieur, se voient refuser l’accès à une citoyenneté pleine et entière, à l’espace public et à l’arène politique – voire, tout simplement, le fait d’être des femmes dignes d’avoir des droits.

« Nous avons décidé de faire entendre notre voix dans le concert social et d'exiger notre part de plaisirs au banquet de la vie. Et comme nous ne voulons dépendre de personne, brandissons nous-mêmes l'étendard rouge et partons au combat... sans dieu ni patron ni mari. » Publié à Buenos Aires en 1896, La Voz de la Mujer est le premier journal anarchiste féministe. Dans ses pages, ses rédactrices proposent de fournir aux femmes prolétaires les outils, théoriques et pratiques, nécessaires à leur émancipation. Partisanes de l'amour libre, elles y expriment leur volonté d'en finir avec toutes formes d'oppressions, qu'elles soient religieuse, capitaliste ou patriarcale. Préface d'Hélène Finet.

Ce texte entremêle le destin et l'oeuvre de Britney Spears et de Nelly Arcan, apparues sur la scène du monde à l'aube du XXIe siècle et brûlées sur celle de la gloire. L'enfermement de la seconde sous la tutelle de son père, le suicide de la seconde témoignent de la violence dont est victime toute femme qui tente de se penser et de vivre librement.

Bestselling journalist Antony Loewenstein uncovers the widespread commercialisation and brutal deployment globally of Israel’s occupation-enforcing technologies. For more than 50 years, the occupation of the West Bank and Gaza has given the Israeli state invaluable experience in controlling an ‘enemy’ population, the Palestinians. It’s here that they have perfected the architecture of control, using the occupied Palestinian territories as a testing ground for weaponry and surveillance technology that they then export around the world. The Palestine Laboratory shows in depth and for the first time how Israel has become a leader in developing spying technology and defence hardware that fuels some of the globe’s most brutal conflicts — from the Pegasus software that hacked Jeff Bezos’s and Jamal Khashoggi’s phones, and the weapons sold to the Myanmar army that has murdered thousands of Rohingyas, to the drones being used by the European Union to monitor refugees in the Mediterranean who are left to drown. In a global investigation that uncovers secret documents, based on revealing interviews and on-the-ground reporting, Antony Loewenstein shows how, as ethno-nationalism grows in the 21st century, Israel has built the ultimate tools for despots and democracies.

A powerful reimagining of the story of Ganga, goddess of the river, and her doomed mortal son, from Vaishnavi Patel, author of the instant New York Times bestseller Kaikeyi . A mother and a son. A goddess and a prince. A curse and an oath. A river whose course will change the fate of the world. Ganga, joyful goddess of the river, serves as caretaker to the mischievous godlings who roam her banks. But when their antics incur the wrath of a powerful sage, Ganga is cursed to become mortal, bound to her human form until she fulfills the obligations of the curse. Though she knows nothing of mortal life, Ganga weds King Shantanu and becomes a queen, determined to regain her freedom no matter the cost. But in a cruel turn of fate, just as she is freed of her binding, she is forced to leave her infant son behind. Her son, prince Devavrata, unwittingly carries the legacy of Ganga’s curse. And when he makes an oath that he will never claim his father’s throne, he sets in motion a chain of events that will end in a terrible and tragic war. As the years unfold, Ganga and Devavrata are drawn together again and again, each confluence another step on a path that has been written in the stars, in this deeply moving and masterful tale of duty, destiny, and the unwavering bond between mother and son.

Le privilège de dénoncer cherche à savoir pourquoi les femmes et les filles noires sont largement absentes du débat public lorsqu’il est question de violences sexuelles. Kharoll-Ann Souffrant explore sans détour les raisons historiques de ce constat à partir d’exemples tirés du Québec, de la France et des États-Unis. Entre les impacts actuels de la colonisation et de l’esclavage, les stéréotypes liés à la sexualité des Noir·es ainsi que les failles du système de justice criminelle, l’autrice assemble les pièces du casse-tête pour révéler les dynamiques à l’œuvre derrière la marginalisation des femmes afrodescendantes. La parole des survivantes noires serait-elle doublement invisibilisée, tant par les institutions patriarcales que par un certain féminisme blanc et libéral qui aurait accaparé le mouvement #MeToo ? Une invitation à élargir sans délai notre compréhension des violences sexuelles et racistes, et ce, pour le bénéfice de l’ensemble de la société. «Dans un Québec qui – comme tant de sociétés – s’élance encore d’un pas hésitant lorsqu’il s’agit de confronter le racisme systémique, la parole de Kharoll-Ann Souffrant est précieuse. Elle est une femme noire dont les racines se trouvent sur la terre où s’est érigée la première république noire au monde, à Haïti, née d’une révolution victorieuse contre la France coloniale, contre l’oppression esclavagiste. Aujourd’hui Kharoll-Ann Souffrant pose sa plume telle la digne héritière de celles et ceux qui se sont dressé·es il y a plus de deux cents ans. Avec verve, elle décrypte ce racisme conçu pour écraser ses aïeux, dont les résidus persistent à obstruer les regards qui se posent sur elle.» —Rokhaya Diallo, extrait de la préface

Of course I want to be like them. They’re beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire. They will live forever. And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe. Jude was seven when her parents were murdered and she and her two sisters were stolen away to live in the treacherous High Court of Faerie. Ten years later, Jude wants nothing more than to belong there, despite her mortality. But many of the fey despise humans. Especially Prince Cardan, the youngest and wickedest son of the High King. To win a place at the Court, she must defy him–and face the consequences. As Jude becomes more deeply embroiled in palace intrigues and deceptions, she discovers her own capacity for trickery and bloodshed. But as betrayal threatens to drown the Courts of Faerie in violence, Jude will need to risk her life in a dangerous alliance to save her sisters, and Faerie itself.

A traditional American woman, a beautiful wife and mother who sells her pioneer lifestyle of raw milk and farm-fresh eggs to her millions of social media followers, suddenly awakens cold, filthy, and terrified in the brutal reality of 1805—where she must unravel whether this living nightmare is an elaborate hoax, a twisted reality show, or something far more sinister in this sensational debut novel. My name was Natalie Heller Mills, and I was perfect at being alive. Natalie lives a traditional lifestyle. Her charming farmhouse is rustic, her husband a handsome cowboy, her six children each more delightful than the last. So what if there are nannies and producers behind the scenes, her kitchen hiding industrial-grade fridges and ovens, her husband the Republican equivalent of a Kennedy? What Natalie’s followers—all 8 million of them—don’t know won’t hurt them. And The Angry Women? The privileged, Ivy League, coastal elite haters who call her an antifeminist iconoclast? They’re sick with jealousy. Because Natalie isn’t simply living the good life, she’s living the ideal—and just so happens to be building an empire from it. Until one morning she wakes up in a life that isn’t hers. Her home, her husband, her children—they’re all familiar, but something’s off. Her kitchen is warmed by a sputtering fire rather than electricity, her children are dirty and strange, and her soft-handed husband is suddenly a competent farmer. Just yesterday Natalie was curating photos of homemade jam for her Instagram, and now she’s expected to haul firewood and handwash clothes until her fingers bleed. Has she become the unwitting star of a brutal reality show? Could it really be time travel? Is she being tested by God? By Satan? When Natalie suffers a brutal injury in the woods, she realizes two things: This is not her beautiful life, and she must escape by any means possible. A gripping, electrifying novel that is as darkly funny as it is frightening, Yesteryear is a gimlet-eyed look at tradition, fame, faith, and the grand performance of womanhood.

ASIN B08H831J18 moved to the more recent edition Centuries before, robots of Panga gained self-awareness, laid down their tools, wandered, en masse into the wilderness, never to be seen again. They faded into myth and urban legend. Now the life of the tea monk who tells this story is upended by the arrival of a robot, there to honor the old promise of checking in. The robot cannot go back until the question of "what do people need?" is answered. But the answer to that question depends on who you ask, and how. They will need to ask it a lot. Chambers' series asks: in a world where people have what they want, does having more matter?

From the award-winning author of The Twisted Ones comes a gripping and atmospheric retelling of Edgar Allan Poe's classic "The Fall of the House of Usher." When Alex Easton, a retired soldier, receives word that their childhood friend Madeline Usher is dying, they race to the ancestral home of the Ushers in the remote countryside of Ruravia. What they find there is a nightmare of fungal growths and possessed wildlife, surrounding a dark, pulsing lake. Madeline sleepwalks and speaks in strange voices at night, and her brother Roderick is consumed with a mysterious malady of the nerves. Aided by a redoubtable British mycologist and a baffled American doctor, Alex must unravel the secret of the House of Usher before it consumes them all.

In this lyrical, wildly inventive horror novel interwoven with Japanese mythology, two people living centuries apart discover a door between their worlds.October, 2026: Lee Turner doesn’t remember how or why he killed his college roommate. The details are blurred and bloody. All he knows is he has to flee New York and go to the one place that might offer refuge—his father’s new home in Japan, a house hidden by sword ferns and wild ginger. But something is terribly wrong with the no animals will come near it, the bedroom window isn't always a window, and a woman with a sword appears in the yard when night falls.October, 1877: Sen is a young samurai in exile, hiding from the imperial soldiers in a house behind the sword ferns. A monster came home from war wearing her father’s face, but Sen would do anything to please him, even turn her sword on her own mother. She knows the soldiers will soon slaughter her whole family when she sees a terrible a young foreign man who appears outside her window.One of these people is a ghost, and one of these stories is a lie.Something is hiding beneath the house of sword ferns, and Lee and Sen will soon wish they never unburied it.

Le privilège de dénoncer cherche à savoir pourquoi les femmes et les filles noires sont largement absentes du débat public lorsqu’il est question de violences sexuelles. Kharoll-Ann Souffrant explore sans détour les raisons historiques de ce constat à partir d’exemples tirés du Québec, de la France et des États-Unis. Entre les impacts actuels de la colonisation et de l’esclavage, les stéréotypes liés à la sexualité des Noir·es ainsi que les failles du système de justice criminelle, l’autrice assemble les pièces du casse-tête pour révéler les dynamiques à l’œuvre derrière la marginalisation des femmes afrodescendantes. La parole des survivantes noires serait-elle doublement invisibilisée, tant par les institutions patriarcales que par un certain féminisme blanc et libéral qui aurait accaparé le mouvement #MeToo ? Une invitation à élargir sans délai notre compréhension des violences sexuelles et racistes, et ce, pour le bénéfice de l’ensemble de la société. «Dans un Québec qui – comme tant de sociétés – s’élance encore d’un pas hésitant lorsqu’il s’agit de confronter le racisme systémique, la parole de Kharoll-Ann Souffrant est précieuse. Elle est une femme noire dont les racines se trouvent sur la terre où s’est érigée la première république noire au monde, à Haïti, née d’une révolution victorieuse contre la France coloniale, contre l’oppression esclavagiste. Aujourd’hui Kharoll-Ann Souffrant pose sa plume telle la digne héritière de celles et ceux qui se sont dressé·es il y a plus de deux cents ans. Avec verve, elle décrypte ce racisme conçu pour écraser ses aïeux, dont les résidus persistent à obstruer les regards qui se posent sur elle.» —Rokhaya Diallo, extrait de la préface

In America, demons wear white hoods. In 1915, The Birth of a Nation cast a spell across America, swelling the Klan's ranks and drinking deep from the darkest thoughts of white folk. All across the nation they ride, spreading fear and violence among the vulnerable. They plan to bring Hell to Earth. But even Ku Kluxes can die. Standing in their way is Maryse Boudreaux and her fellow resistance fighters, a foul-mouthed sharpshooter and a Harlem Hellfighter. Armed with blade, bullet, and bomb, they hunt their hunters and send the Klan's demons straight to Hell. But something awful's brewing in Macon, and the war on Hell is about to heat up. Can Maryse stop the Klan before it ends the world?