Talk of a forgery never focuses on a critical analysis of the internal mind of the writer (assuming it to be a sick anti-semite) but rather dates, its supposed and self-evident racism, pre publication source materials, but never the face value psychological profile of the writer. What I found was that it is entirely consistent, and beneath all the bravado and grandiosity, a terrible feeling of ‘otherness’ and a total terror of being found out! However, it is brilliance of a sort – albeit terrifying – and it never wavers in its brilliant understanding of human nature (as ‘it’ sees it) or of itself. As Nobel Prize winner Alexander Solzhenitsyn wrote, the book exhibits;