Harding tries, with missionary zeal, to uncover the facts ... The Einstein Vendetta suffers, ultimately, from lack of definitive answers ... Most of all, the book is a harrowing reminder of how the Nazi regime pursued its maniacal aims to the bitter end.
Where the book falters is not in this lack of a neat resolution, but in Harding’s attempts to assign greater significance to the narrative than there is ... Good on the how, what, when, where and who – but he never really gets to the heart of the why.
The Einstein Vendetta equips itself with a would-be poignant tale, but only dabbles perfunctorily with that tale’s seriousness, and defuses a potentially explosive book with anodyne prose.
