Already in his foreword, the author offers us trenchant insights into the human soul. He summarizes the book thusly: "We are what we appear to be, and we must therefore ne very careful of what we appear to be." A wonderful, wonderful story follows, about an expatriate American living in Berlin during the onset of World War II. He is persuaded to assume the role of Nazi radio propagandist, in secrecy transmitting vital information to the resistance movement. The moral dilemma this book raises is not to be ignored, and I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am that some idiot slapped Nick Nolte down with the Low-Budget-Script-From-Hell in an attempt to capture this story onscreen. In short: the book is marvellous, the film is excrement. Beware.