"A fantastic true spy story."—Associated Press
When the Allies stormed Berlin in the last days of the Third Reich, Adolf Eichmann shed his SS uniform and vanished. Following his escape from two American POW camps, his retreat into the mountains and out of Europe, and his path to an anonymous life in Buenos Aires, his pursuers are a bulldog West German prosecutor, a blind Argentinean Jew and his beautiful daughter, and a budding, ragtag spy agency called the Mossad, whose operatives have their own scores to settle (and whose rare surveillance photographs are published here for the first time).
The capture of Eichmann and the efforts by Israeli agents to secret him out of Argentina to stand trial is the stunning conclusion to this thrilling historical account, told with the kind of pulse-pounding detail that rivals anything you'd find in great spy fiction.
Includes Mossad's Rare Surveillance Photographs
“A riveting and passionate account of one of history’s most fascinating—and morally significant—secret operations. Neal Bascomb has utilized recently declassified documents to add vivid detail to this stirring episode in the struggle for justice for the victims of genocide.”
—Michael Oren, author of Six Days of War: June 1967 and The Making of the Modern Middle East
“There’s no greater satisfaction than seeing someone guilty of great evil being brought to justice, and few people in history have been guilty of more than Adolf Eichmann. Neal Bascomb tells the story of his capture with great verve and a novelist’s eye for suspense.”
—Adam Hochschild, author of King Leopold’s Ghost and Bury the Chains
“Admirably researched and relentlessly paced, Hunting Eichmann brings us closer to the manhunt for the Holocaust’s architect than we’ve ever come before. A strangely affecting nonfiction thriller.”
—Stephan Talty, author of Empire of Blue Water
“Deeply researched... reads like a thriller.” —Philadelphia Inquirer
“Chilling, authoritative and timely . . . An exhaustive, well-researched volume that supersedes prior accounts.” —Washington Times