<div><p>In the spring of 1946, the Nuremberg trials are the centre of international attention. But in a military "research and evaluation centre" in a former spa hotel near Hanover, British interrogator Alex Foster has the unenviable task of sorting the genocidal wheat from the complicit chaff. Nuremberg has the generals and industrialists, but as Foster's commanding officer puts it: "We want the nobodies - the same nobodies who gave the order to the other nobodies with the machine guns to kill the nobodies kneeling in the snow and mud." There may be shades of Guantánamo here; but Foster, who seems far too reasonable for this line of work, has a sense of empathy for the defeated nation, which lands him in trouble. Foster's romantic instincts are compelling enough, but it is the soul-destroying routine of a desk job dealing with suspected mass-murderers that is especially well conveyed. Few of these interviewees live up to their diabolic billing, "but perhaps a man will always be a nobody to the man pointing a pistol at the back of his head".</p><img src="http://admatch-syndication.mochila.com/images/ad.gif?aid=29837371&bid=informcom" /></div><div id="copyright"><div>

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