"Let me tell you a story-about the death of the Fuhrer" It all began in a sordid garret in the Latin Quarter of Paris, where a Russian doctor lay on his death bed. His Story was unbelievable, unguessable-but it sent our hero Karl into the sealed Fuhrerbunker in Berlin, then to a Gothic castle in northern Spain, and finally on a mad mission into the most macabre plot in thriller-writing history.
The amazing thing about this--and, reminder, this is about saving Hitler's brain and that's no spoiler--is how straightforward and restrained the whole thing is, up until the last quarter or eighth or so. (At which time Puccetti trots out mind control technology and Dr. Gisevius does some do-it-yourself brain surgery. But I digress.) Gisevius is a matter-of-fact narrator and is both weirdly capable and weirdly calm when reasonable people would start freaking out. His motivation and determination, and indeed the source of his competence, are left unexplained until shared in one unnecessarily large plot twist reveal. At which time the reader realizes that Gisevius's planning and strategy have been pretty lousy. Which is funny in itself.
Quite simply, one of the greatest adventure novels ever written. It's probably the only book in which the hero has sex with Adolf Hitler and later performs brain surgery on himself.
The story of a man who learns that Hitler didn’t die, but instead had his brain put into someone else’s body, and decides to go after him and kill him once and for all. This was great, totally bonkos, seedy, action packed, tense, gross, and worth reading. It’s probably the only book written where someone has sex with both Hitler and a vinyl couch and definitely the only one where that same person performs brain surgery on himself. It’s written matter of factly but keeps upping the ante so well that the 160 pages breeze by. Great schlocky stuff!