With violence erupting in Europe and America’s new anti-immigration policies, this audacious work will find its readers.

THE STRANGE DEATH OF EUROPE

IMMIGRATION, IDENTITY, ISLAM

A timely work that blames Europe’s current immigration disaster on the Europeans’ misplaced guilt and fatally good intentions.

With the massive influx of refugees from the world’s war-torn zones deluging migration points and asylum centers across Europe, Spectator associate editor Murray (Bloody Sunday: Truths, Lies and the Saville Inquiry, 2012, etc.) takes a stance that few dare to take, as it is firmly not politically correct. Indeed, using examples from places he has visited—Lampedusa, Italy, a ferrying point from North Africa; Lesbos, Greece; Berlin; London; and elsewhere—the author surveys the movements of asylum seekers during the last few years especially and the inadequate accommodations for them. He claims, perhaps rightly, that most of the immigrants are Muslim, most are young men with little to sustain them, most are seeking economic betterment rather than asylum from life-threatening causes, and most will disappear through the legal cracks because of the inability of the host countries to process the overwhelming numbers. The result, Murray warns by citing dire demographic numbers, is essentially a dilution of European culture—that is, white Greco-Judeo-Christian culture, which believes in liberalism, secularism, and human rights, including equal rights for women. Instead, the author writes, Europeans, denying their best instincts and led by Germany’s Angela Merkel, are hogtied by “the tyranny of guilt,” in the form of the consequences of World War II, the legacy of colonialism, and the enslavement of indigenous peoples. While the good leaders of Britain, Germany, and other countries claim that their nations need immigration for economic growth and to bolster an aging population, Murray sees “obvious” crises such as housing and school shortages and rapidly increasing health care costs to these welfare states. He also sees “parallel communities” developing everywhere, crucibles of radicalism and crime that the mainstream dares not report due to the fear of political backlash.

With violence erupting in Europe and America’s new anti-immigration policies, this audacious work will find its readers.

Pub Date: Sept. 5, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-4729-4224-1

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Bloomsbury

Review Posted Online: June 14, 2017

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2017

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The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the...

NIGHT

Elie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children. 

He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the "human holocaust" of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald his father's corpse is already cold let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions. 

The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the sphere of suffering shared, and in this case extended to the death march itself, there is no spiritual or emotional legacy here to offset any reader reluctance.

Pub Date: Jan. 16, 2006

ISBN: 0374500010

Page Count: 120

Publisher: Hill & Wang

Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2006

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ALL THE PRESIDENT'S MEN

Bernstein and Woodward, the two Washington Post journalists who broke the Big Story, tell how they did it by old fashioned seat-of-the-pants reporting — in other words, lots of intuition and a thick stack of phone numbers. They've saved a few scoops for the occasion, the biggest being the name of their early inside source, the "sacrificial lamb" H**h Sl**n. But Washingtonians who talked will be most surprised by the admission that their rumored contacts in the FBI and elsewhere never existed; many who were telephoned for "confirmation" were revealing more than they realized. The real drama, and there's plenty of it, lies in the private-eye tactics employed by Bernstein and Woodward (they refer to themselves in the third person, strictly on a last name basis). The centerpiece of their own covert operation was an unnamed high government source they call Deep Throat, with whom Woodward arranged secret meetings by positioning the potted palm on his balcony and through codes scribbled in his morning newspaper. Woodward's wee hours meetings with Deep Throat in an underground parking garage are sheer cinema: we can just see Robert Redford (it has to be Robert Redford) watching warily for muggers and stubbing out endless cigarettes while Deep Throat spills the inside dope about the plumbers. Then too, they amass enough seamy detail to fascinate even the most avid Watergate wallower — what a drunken and abusive Mitchell threatened to do to Post publisher Katherine Graham's tit, and more on the Segretti connection — including the activities of a USC campus political group known as the Ratfuckers whose former members served as a recruiting pool for the Nixon White House. As the scandal goes public and out of their hands Bernstein and Woodward seem as stunned as the rest of us at where their search for the "head ratfucker" has led. You have to agree with what their City Editor Barry Sussman realized way back in the beginning — "We've never had a story like this. Just never."

Pub Date: June 18, 1974

ISBN: 0671894412

Page Count: 372

Publisher: Simon & Schuster

Review Posted Online: Oct. 10, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 1974

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