On the 6th of October 1973, as the noonday sun beat heavily upon the Sinai Peninsula, a great booming was heard to every ear as far as Tel Aviv. Streaking across the sky, heavy projectiles impacted Israeli military emplacements and facilities with explosive fanfare, beginning one of the largest artillery barrages known to all mankind in this modern age.
This barrage marked also the greatest humiliation faced by the once vaunted Israeli intelligence community
5 Years later this book was written.
Whether the aims of Eisenberg and his co-writers are entirely concerned with a patriotic defence of their civil intelligence agency, or it is mere coincidence, it is unlikely Eisenberg will ever make any statement on the matter. He is an enigma, sporting a ghostly internet presence complemented by a handful of journal articles and books to his name. However, regardless of Eisenberg's sentiments, it is beyond doubt that his work takes slants emotively towards Israel. Many horrific and dubious circumstances - such as the false flag bombing operations to discredit Arab nations - are brushed aside to valorise the Jewish saboteurs. An educated reader should be well aware of this bias within a dozen pages of the book, but I thought it essential for such a review as this.
As for amusement, it is found abundantly within this tome. Written with gripping poise, its simple content is quite the match for the man of any intelligence. The romance of spycraft is the envy of every reader, and so shall 'The Mossad' satiate that desire. It is altogether an agreeable read - once it can be accepted as a stilted, narrativized revision of events. Such brazen nationalism can rarely be seen in modern biographical reading, and I find the open bias in many ways a charming diversion compared to the unconscious and confused bias of the modern scholar.
Read this as you will - I would recommend it for a brief entertainment.