A dramatic retelling of the 1944 Holocaust in Hungary with the emphasis on the efforts of Raul Wallenberg and other diplomats, Swiss as well as Swedish, to rescue the Jews of Budapest. Kershaw bases this book not only on extensive research into the official records of the period, including those of the Swedish foreign office and the recently available KGB files on Wallenberg, but, more significantly, on extensive interviews he conducted with survivors, with the people that Wallenburg rescued. These oral histories are extremely vivid, heart-breakingly poignant. While they are probably not completely reliable as to factual details - no oral history is, being subtly altered in the retelling, are expanded, changed by subsequent information, experience - they do convey the emotional reality of the time, the horror, the despair. The stories these survivors tell are truly unforgettable, and Kershaw gives full biographies of these, "the rescued" - relates their post-Holocaust lives - lives that clearly demonstrate exactly how much good Wallenburg saved. And the author also brings up-to-date the investigation into Wallenburg's disappearance, providing much new information, particularly about the Swedish response, about the deliberate decision of Swedish ambassador in Moscow, Soderblom, not to press Stalin for more information on Wallenburg, his indication to Stalin that the matter was not of much significance to Stockholm, and the subsequent willingness of Swedish foreign ministry to follow this policy, thus abandoning Wallenberg to his fate, doing so out of fear of postwar Soviet ambitions. And Kershaw details the heroic efforts of the Wallenburg family to find him, efforts that are still ongoing, but now only to discover his fate. Kershaw offers his own plausible theory of what fate might have been - believes that Wallenberg was executed by the KGB because he refused to "turn", refused to become a Soviet agent. While this is certainly plausible, no one, at that time and place, needed an excuse, good or bad, to kill. Wallenburg might have been just another one of the thousands murdered in Hungary by the Soviets. Among these murdered, and deservedly so, were the members of the Arrow Cross, the Hungarian Fascist organization, "the Hungarian Nazis". Kershaw casts a bright light on this group and on its role in that country's genocide - it did most of the actually killing, was responsible for most of the horror. Because the Arrow Cross men were liquated by the Red Army, they are now mostly forgotten, mostly relegated to the footnotes, but their brutal deeds needs to be remembered - and Kershaw preserves them here. Reading any book about the Holocaust is depressing. All of them, even this one, fill the reader with a profound despair about the human condition, but at least when the reader closes the cover of this book, he is left with a scintilla of hope, a feeling, however weak and tentative it may be, that there actually might be some righteous among us.