It Is hard to review the book of an author one likes as a friend and respects as a man. It is twice as hard when the man, with a politician’s blood in his veins, is a political exile, hunted by his country’s secret police (who already have several kidnapings to their questionable credit). But the reviewer’s task becomes truly painful when he must disagree with such an author and even with the title of his work.
There is little that is new in Sous-telle’s book, and particularly no “new road” for France. It is composed, like other works of this nature, of two parts: the denunciation (and the selfjustification), and the outline of a promising future—provided the author has a free hand to shape it.




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