Ég skoða gjarnan bókagagnrýnina á Guardian. Mér þykir hún oft nokkuð marktæk og greinagóð og nýlega rakst ég á úttekt á nýrri bók um Dreyfus-málið.
Bókin sjálf virkar reyndar ekkert svo áhugaverð á mig, en þessi samantekt á Dreyfus-málinu í byrjun gagnrýninnar er með því betra sem ég hef lesið í þessum mánuði.
Ég ætla því að leyfa mér að skella því hérna inn.
"It's not exactly a story worthy of John le Carré. On the afternoon of 20 July 1894, a French army officer named Ferdinand Esterhazy walked into the German embassy in Paris and offered to sell secrets to the military attaché, Maximilian von Schwartzkoppen. A month later, Schwartzkoppen received a note from Esterhazy referring to classified material, tore it up, and left the pieces in his wastepaper basket for his French cleaning lady, whom he considered an idiot. She promptly delivered them to French military intelligence. They then sat, unexamined, for a month, because the responsible official, Hubert-Joseph Henry, had left on an extended hunting trip. And when the French finally pieced the note together and realised they had a traitor on their hands, they arrested the wrong man, despite the handwriting evidence that clearly pointed in Esterhazy's direction."