Nobody ever said it was easy to be a modern family in the dying days of patriarchal society, in a world undermined by the fear of terrorism and collapse. Alma, the mother, recently joined FUCK, a radical feminist movement that believes in zero compromise with the opposite sex. Granted, she’s already married and recently gave birth to Lino, her third child. But she keeps a careful eye on both her own independence, and that of her daughters: Marnie, a gifted eight-year-old, and Lilirose, 4, a curly-haired tyrant. Hank, the father, takes his wife’s revolutionary discourse philosophically. It’s true that he’s been having trouble shaking a case of post-partum depression, and his main concern is not dealing with the baby’s midnight bottle. He dreams of escaping to more adventurous skies, far from the hassle of daily life.

One drunken night, Hank scores a major victory: though it’s hardly his hoped-for trip to India, he does manage to convince Alma to leave the very next day for Spain, without a GPS or a cell phone.

The lack of an itinerary will be their only itinerary, and surprising twists and turns will pile up fast. All the faster, in fact, in that the parents soon realize that they’ve accidentally taken their three little terrorists with them.

A road trip, a family saga and an amused portrait of an era, Le Gang du biberon is Philippe Ségur’s tenth novel.