A while back a reader named pistache tipped us to a newly-released French book entitled Guerilla:

It’s a novel by the journalist Laurent Obertone, set in a not too distant future, where an attack on a cop degenerates into massive riots by the ‘suburbs youths’. Coupled with a terror attack, it brings about the collapse of the French state in the matter of a few days. This prophetic novel suffers from a near-total media blackout, and is ‘hidden’ in some stores, but has still managed to become a best seller (in the top three in many stores, #1 in all categories for a couple of days this week [first week of October 2016] on amazon.fr).

Ava Lon acquired the book, read it, and wrote the following review. As far as I know, Guerilla is not yet available in English. However, readers who understand French may want to take a look:

Guerilla — Le jour où tout s’embrasa

by Laurent Obertone

Publisher: French and European Publications Inc (September 22, 2016)

ISBN-13: 979-1091447492

ASIN: B01E88BT36 The French author Laurent Obertone recently published a book entitled Guerrilla. It is set in Paris in a near — perhaps very near — future. For those who read Jean Raspail’s The Camp of the Saints, the story will sound familiar: France has been invaded by a hostile culture and lives in a permanent state of emergency. When it looks like it cannot get any worse, it does. As long as there are still civilized things such as electricity, running water and gas stations, the nation is able to carry on. There is, however, that tipping point, where the hostile invaders — who don’t appreciate food, water and energy resources, but take them for granted — decide that the time has come to fulfill their religious mission and destroy the host for good. Like any other parasite, they don’t anticipate their own demise after they get rid of those who have fed them. They seem unable to conceptualize anything extending beyond the current day, even though they talk about some glorious future in a utopian Caliphate. So it seems they have spent the last twenty years rioting, breeding children, making demands, destroying property, harassing women and cashing welfare checks. Today some of them have decided: This is the day we take over; or, for some of them, the day of meeting their Maker — or so they think — and the promised 72 virgins. It is not a coordinated effort; just as on many previous occasions, the ‘no-go zones’ get upset about something meaningless, which allows them to burn some cars and break some shop windows . This time, however, the president himself goes to talk to them and as he approaches the crowd, not sensing the danger — or maybe in his condescending arrogance he fails to appreciate the volatility of the situation — he is “swallowed” and killed by the mob. This is the tipping point. The last thing they “respected” or for which they would expect punishment or retaliation. So they stand there for a couple of seconds, and when no such reprisal occurs, they know France is theirs.