It probably says more about me than about this book that I didn’t care so much to read about how they smuggled the documents out of Vilna as what was in them. I was intrigued by the glimpses I got into the young Theodor Herzl and into the panegyrics of the Vilna Gaon against the Hasidim. (What a nasty, brilliant man!) I skimmed through the book David Fishman actually wrote. I can completely understand it would be thrilling to another reader.