Henry Alfred Kissinger was born in 1923, in a Germany struggling to recover from the burden of the Great War and its impossible treaties. The Weimar Republic, like the Reichsmark, had crumbled to dust. Once again, the hapless Fatherland was in search of a son who could save him from ruin. What dad found, instead, was a psychopathic delinquent who promised Lebensraum and a thousand-year Reich. Sensing danger, Kissinger fled Nazi persecution and arrived in the USA in the autumn of 1938. A sharp mind, his brilliant academic career culminated in a doctorate from Harvard where he chose to remain and teach International Affairs. But post-war America was insatiable in its appetite for those who could make sense of the world that it now ruled, and Dr K switched jobs frequently – an unassuming academic one day, a shrewd political advisor the next – until President Nixon made him the National Security Advisor. The year was 1968. From that moment on, and until the day he was relieved of his White House duties in 1977, Dr K orchestrated criminal bombings, countless assassinations , subterfuge, kidnappings , realpolitik mumbo-jumbo, illicit regime changes , dog-eat-dog détentes , diabolical statements, zero-year prequels, and other sundry atrocities any tin-pot dictator would be proud of. All what was needed to pull off the dystopian Clockwork Orange, it seems, was an Agent of the same colour; Kissinger was only too happy to oblige. It really is quite remarkable how one single man managed all this in such short a span of time – all this and a Nobel Peace Prize.