This is more a book about Woodward than his subject. That's often a problem in Woodward's book, but revisiting the case that made his name allows his narcisstic, arrogant streak to shine through with particular strength. Still, it's hard to judge this book fairly. Woodward had very little time to finish his book once the Felt story broke, and Woodward acknowledges that he comes out of the book looking less than great. But the fact that he used Felt was part of the story. And while I found his tape-recorded conversations with an eighty-something Felt - a man robbed of age by much of his ability to withstand pressing questions (let alone answer them) - one of the most intriguing parts of the book was Woodward's quest to find the meaning of their relationship. Felt, so far as we yet know, never tried to document why he did what he did, and he cannot tell us now.