“Allert’s The Hitler Salute, a joyously sharp account of a massively evil slice of human history, doesn’t treat the Nazis’ obligatory two-word, one-arm greeting as a product of evil, but as its enabler. He argues, movingly, that the salute wounded Germans’ sociability, connectedness, and personal sovereignty, warping the holy human order.”—The New York Observer

"Provocative . . . A probing analysis of Nazi economic policies."—The Boston Globe

“Michael Bart’s portrayal of his parents’ marriage and survival in the Vilna Ghetto and of their lives as partisan fighters is a meaningful memorial to a great Jewish community as well as a tribute to the power of human endurance.”—Harry I. Freund, board member of the Jewish Book Council and the National Jewish Outreach Program

"De Rosnay's U.S. debut fictionalizes the 1942 Paris roundups and deportations, in which thousands of Jewish families were arrested, held at the Vélodrome d'Hiver outside the city, then transported to Auschwitz. Forty-five-year-old Julia Jarmond, American by birth, moved to Paris when she was 20 and is married to the arrogant, unfaithful Bertrand Tézac, with whom she has an 11-year-old daughter. Julia writes for an American magazine and her editor assigns her to cover the 60th anniversary of the Vél' d'Hiv' roundups. Julia soon learns that the apartment she and Bertrand plan to move into was acquired by Bertrand's family when its Jewish occupants were dispossessed and deported 60 years before. She resolves to find out what happened to the former occupants: Wladyslaw and Rywka Starzynski, parents of 10-year-old Sarah and four-year-old Michel. The more Julia discovers—especially about Sarah, the only member of the Starzynski family to survive—the more she uncovers about Bertrand's family, about France and, finally, herself. Already translated into 15 languages, the novel is De Rosnay's 10th (but her first written in English, her first language). It beautifully conveys Julia's conflicting loyalties, and makes Sarah's trials so riveting, her innocence so absorbing, that the book is hard to put down."—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“As Martin Gilbert suggests in his consistently absorbing Churchill and the Jews: A Lifelong Friendship, there have been few figures in high office in any country who not only admires the Jews for their unique qualities—‘the spirit of their faith and race’ as well as their ‘peculiar genius’—but who also were able to accept them as a people apart, deserving not only tolerance but genuine respect for their differences . . . Churchill and the Jews brings together two of Martin Gilbert’s persistent passions: Among his vast output, he has written an eight-volume biography of Churchill and at least as many books on various aspects of Judaism, ranging from histories of Israel to histories of the Holocaust. This book reflects his gifts—he is a demon researcher, drawing on a trove of private correspondence, archival material, and previously unpublished government documents . . . [Gilbert’s] assessment is an accurate one.”—Daphne Merkin, The New York Sun

"Harrowing. The reader is drawn in, in effect eavesdropping on a casual conversation among killers . . . Readers who can get beyond their (justified) initial horror will find a wealth of detail here about the genocide."—Alison Des Forges, The Washington Post Book World

"Scarcely anyone in Rwanda, Hutu or Tutsi, was not touched by the savagery that broke out when, in April 1994, Hutu militias began to slaughter Tutsis and moderate Hutus. Overwhelmingly, Hatzfeld finds the survivors psychologically broken and hollow, feeling as if they had been 'betrayed by life—[and] who can bear that?' His account opens in 2003, with the specter of a thin, dusty, endless column of 40,000 men, freed from camps and penitentiaries after having served time for their role in the genocide. Some of the interned, one of their number reflects, were jubilant; others, denying any wrongdoing, were furious at having been imprisoned in the first place. All were faced with the problem of making new lives in public, among the relatives and families of those whom they had killed. Some respond with drink, some with silence, some with isolation and some with anger . . . Thanks to the work of Rwandans who insist on attaining justice—an arduous project, given the absence of a fully functioning judiciary and the difficulty of finding 'simple fairness' in the back-and-forth of accusation and defense—some measure of normality is at last attainable in that unfortunate country. A telling report and a substantive addition to the literature of humanitarian aid and ethnic violence."—Kirkus Reviews

"Jeffreys is a British journalist and TV producer whose previous book, Aspirin, recounted how German chemical-makers pioneered that painkiller. In Hell's Cartel he draws on Nuremberg war-crime tribunal documents, corporate and state archives, memoirs and his own interviews with survivors to explore the dark side of I.G. Farben, which was once the world's fourth-largest industrial concern . . . Jeffreys brings a rare combination of forensic acumen and narrative flair to bear on the material. Tracing the story to the 19th Century, he exposes the historical logic, financial pressures and moral failings that would place sophisticated executives and scientists at the heart of Hitler's strategy of national economic self-sufficiency and conquest."—James Pressley, Bloomberg News 

"This wonderful book, whose narrative weaves history on a truly epic and yet human scale, tells the story of a family in Rwanda whose world is about to crash into ruins. This is a brilliant and unique perspective on one of the milestone events of the twentieth century—the 1994 genocide in Rwanda. It provides all of us a deeper understanding of what happened. At last, in these pages, we hear the voice of the people of Rwanda."—Linda Melvern, author of Conspiracy to Murder and A People Betrayed

"Wiesel has taken his own anguish and imaginatively metamorphosed it into art."—Curt Leviant, Saturday Review

“Wiesel has taken his own anguish and imaginatively metamorphosed it into art.” —Curt Leviant, Saturday Review