I would definitely recommend this book to anyone interested in the Byzantine twists and turns of Eastern Bloc diplomacy during the Cold War. Pacepa's riveting descriptions of what really went on in the Ceausescu home and in Romania during Ceausescu's reign are bound to shock and surprise even the most jaded reader of spy fiction.
But this is not fiction. This is fact. Dirty, disgusting fact. Pacepa was part of it, and admits to acts which would shock all but the most cynical reader, but his guts in publishing this book during Ceausescu's lifetime cannot be underestimated.
As Pacepa is no saint, he doesn't make an easy protagonist. Homophobic in the extreme, somewhat repressed, apt to treat people of colour with condescension, he's not the kind of man I'd be comfortable with, but that doesn't diminish the power of his words. Read this book; if you don't want to enrich a homophobic racist, borrow it from the library, but read it.