So I’m reading Eichmann’s memoir Idols, which he wrote in Jerusalem, and which was released in around 2000, and omg, was he a literary wannabe poseur (not to mention a lying CYA skunk). Already in the first pages he speaks almost in the tone of a biblical prophet, who tragically and passively observes “Lebensauslöschungsfelder” (“fields of life obliteration”) from afar.