A Billion-Dollar Scandal Turns the ‘King of Manuscripts’ Into the ‘Madoff of France’
Inside a literary Ponzi scheme.
Inside a literary Ponzi scheme.
Is the oldest person who ever lived a fraud?
The discovery of a legendary, lost shipwreck in North America has pitted treasure hunters and archaeologists against each other, raising questions about who should control sunken riches.
How the children of African immigrants came to control the destiny of teams in France and Belgium and what it says about European identity.
Leïla Slimani’s best-seller explores the dark relationship of a mother and her babysitter.
“We need to develop political heroism.”
How populism took a continent.
"Some in Nice knew the man as one of the many playboy predators the city seems to beget—black hair slicked back off a shining brow, dress shoes tapering to varnished points, a dark shirt unbuttoned low to reveal the pectorals into which he had obsessively, unblushingly, invested himself. He was 31 but preferred older women, both for their erotic openness and, it seems clear, for their money. Those who knew him best knew him to be a cold and brutal man, detached, amused by little save rough sex and gore."
The investigators tasked with finding jihadists embedded within Europe.
How the French philosopher earned the means to publish freely by winning the lottery—repeatedly.
On the rise of Marine Le Pen, France’s right-wing presidential candidate.
Searching for meaning at Baldwin’s soon-to-be-demolished home in France.
Tracing the steps of migrants from the Middle East and Africa to the Kent countryside.
The art of the voiceover.
A French soccer star's rise and fall from sports to cons to the Nazi Party.
"I watched, horrified, as she let Villaplane into her home, followed by three other men. I took aim, putting my finger on the trigger of my pistol. Then I remembered the Communist Party order not to assassinate individuals, and as the door closed, I ran to find my friends. It was too late: they had been arrested by the Brigade Nord-Africaine. An Arabic soldier pointed a gun at me, telling me to give up any weapons and join the others. My comrades and I were marched to a ditch and ordered to line up with our hands on our heads. I stood on the far right as three men in SS uniform marched into view."
Now 91, she was once the “world’s most exclusive madam.”
François Hollande campaigned as “Monsieur Normal,” but after taking office as France’s President, a single tweet exposed his twisted 20-year love triangle.
“Americans find it hard to believe that foreigners are unalterably foreign, for they have seen generations of immigrants who became Americans.”
A war travelogue through Mali alongside French troops as a “place just like Afghanistan” descends into chaos.
France, wealth and the saga of tax exile Gérard Depardieu.
On Jenny Craig’s European expansion and how dieting differs in France and the States.
On the French urban exploration group UX—”sort of like an artist’s collective, but far from being avant-garde—confronting audiences by pushing the boundaries of the new—its only audience is itself.”
An investigation into the events surrounding Dominique Strauss-Kahn’s May 2011 arrest for sexual assault.
Two weeks spent walking across Provence.
There is something about entering an ancient town on foot that's radically different from entering the same place by car. Keep in mind that these old French towns were all designed by people on foot for people on foot. So when you walk in, you're approaching the place as it was intended to be approached—slowly and naturally, the way Dorothy came upon Oz (spires rising in the distance, a sense of mounting mystery: What kind of city will this be?).
Gainsbourg decked out his home at 5 Rue de Verneuil in Saint Germain all in black, inspired by a time when he was younger when he'd somehow got the keys to Salvador Dali's house and made love to his first wife in every room while Dali was away. He even stole a small token souvenir in the form of a picture from Dali's porn collection. (Serge was obsessed with Dali and the pair later became friends. The title of 'Je T'Aime... Moi Non Plus' - roughly translated as 'I love you, me neither' - was inspired by something Dali was once supposed to have said: "Picasso is Spanish - so am I; Picasso is a genius - so am I; Picasso is a communist - me neither.")