The Book Smugglers of Timbuktu is a genuinely fascinating piece of both investigative journalism and narrative history. The author, Charlie English, seamlessly weaves a thousand years of myth and history on the heart of Africa, with the (possibly exaggerated) tale of some astonishingly brave librarians in the time of a Jihadist occupation.
The historical elements are thoroughly researched, well documented and, in what is the greatest compliment you can give to this sort of popular history, it reads as if you're having a chat with the author in the pub. The exploration of the past of Timbuktu, and actually, more than that, of European mythologising (some good, some horrifically racially motivated in nature) is well wrought from start to finish, and none of the detail, nor non of the flourish, feels superfluous at any stage.
The journalistic, semi-biographical account of Timbuktu's brave librarians doesn't quite flow in the same way. The cast of real people are fascinating, their tales read like (as the author puts it) real life Indiana Jones yarns, but, even in the face of all of the strife that they dealt with during the Jihadist occupation of their city, their experiences still did not feel as if they were entirely written in their own words. There are value judgements here, small ones, I grant you, but they undermine the sheer bravery of the act undertaken by the librarians with a pulling out of the rug from under an act that they should, quite rightly, be proud of.
I would definitely recommend this book. Both elements of it, in fact. This is a fascinating story that I had no idea about, and I don't recall it appearing in the news at the time, so please pick this up, become engrossed in the history, and critically appraise everything. This is honestly worth the price of admission.