-This is the book all amateur spies wish were true. Form the plot to murder Lady Di to the kidnapping of an old nazi in Argentina or the sale of missiles from Iran, this book documents the different activities the Mossad has undertaken and how it has acted sometimes in accordance to the israeli government and sometimes in disagreement. Smoky rooms, dingy pubs and backroom deals abound. The picture that emerges is that of an agency too caught up in its own self-importance, whose obsession with the sex lifes of anybody borders in the pathological and whose methods seem to consist mostly of plain bullying and blackmail. Unsofisticated and undiplomatic in most cases and worse: with a lack of a priorities as far as objectives. I guess that might be the real picture, I'll never know, but it is hard to understand why anybody would want to write about it.
This book was a disappointment. May be I shouldn't have had expectations about it but I thought that, even for what it is, a collection of stories about peole in flux, it was pretty limited.
It's title should have been reserved for other books about the
practical aspects of finding a calling or dealing with not finding it. But there are no rules about titles and the author was succesful coining an alluring one. Some common wisdom is distilled from the stories -mostly of well-to-do over-educated people with ennui:
don't pospone change, don't lock your dreams up, do what feels right
and persevere, money is of little importance, change might be a symptom of something else. A two page leaflet and a couple of examples could have accomplished the same or more.
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