Now, having secured access to the remaining band members and those who were closest to Freddie from childhood to death, Lesley-Ann has written the most in-depth account of one of music's best loved...więcej »
It is a myth that either of the World Wars liberated women.The Sex Disqualification (Removal) Act of 1919 was one of the most significant pieces of legislation in modern Britain. It mar...więcej »
** Shortlisted for the NME Best Music Book Award 2018 **THE SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLERA TIMES BOOK OF THE YEARA GUARDIAN BOOK OF THE YEARA HERALD BOOK OF THE YEARAN IRISH INDEPENDENT BOOK OF THE YEAR'...więcej »
"WINNER OF THE BAILLIE GIFFORD PRIZE FOR NONFICTION 2019THE SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER'An angry and important work of historical detection, calling time on the misogyny that has fed t...więcej »
The German doctor usually only came for the selections. They were carried out in such a way that the German doctor walked next alongside the sick beds and each prisoner had to get up. If she couldn...więcej »
During the Second World War, an unofficial group of Polish diplomats from Polish Legation i Bern, led by that counry's envoy to Switzerland Aleksander Ładoś, cooperated with representatives of Jews...więcej »
The 6th volume of “Chronicles of Terror” is the second dedicated to the Auschwitz-Birkenau camp complex. Former inmates, male and female citizens of pre-war Poland as well as witnesses ...więcej »
The 5th volume of “Chronicles of Terror” is the first of three dedicated to Auschwitz-Birkenau. The accounts include details of the living conditions, forced labor, and the punishment a...więcej »
In the "Chronicles of Terror" series we publish testimonies of specific individuals – victims and witnesses of two totalitarianisms. They record the personal experiences of thousand...więcej »
It is the driest, flattest, hottest, most desiccated, infertile and climatically aggressive of all the inhabited continents and still Australia teems with life – a large portion of it quite d...więcej »
I’m standing on the red railway car that sits abandoned next to the barn. The wind soars, whipping my hair across my face and pushing a chill down the open neck of my shirt. The gales are str...więcej »
