I'm not sure why this book popped into my head all of a sudden. What I DO remember is that this is the book that started it all. I had purchased a copy of this in the late seventies and dragged (it's a big one) it along on the California Zephyr to my dad's in California, and I remember being totally enthralled with the machinations of Nixon and Kissinger and the interference of the United States in Chilean politics and how utterly despicable it all was. I was lying on the floor, reading (talk about bizarre reading positions -- if I did that today, I probably couldn't get back up) thinking about how I needed to remember all this good stuff and decided to grab some notebook paper and begin taking notes. Confound it, I've been taking notes and compiling notebooks ever since. Of course, the great irony is that I can't find my notes to this book. So there.
I DO remember this being a terrific book that hooked me and would not let go.
