These days I hear, “Google it,” all the time. The expression sounds considerably more elegant than “I don’t have a f:^)ing clue.” Google is kind of like walkabout for the brain. It spells the end of bar bets. It feeds curiosity, whether intelligent or...
During business school, Gordie was always scribbling in a spiral-bound journal with the word, “Players,” inked in the upper right corner. He carried it around both years and jotted notes like a man possessed. Inside, he profiled classmates. Not all of us. Just the...
My name is Jack Legare. I live in a small, weather-beaten cape near the end of Dock Street in Hale Harbor, Rhode Island. The roof is new. But the weather shingles date back to the 1950s, and I bet half of them blow away the next time a hurricane comes storming up the...
1. Lemming portfolio theory. The consensus is always wrong. Facebook is a media love orgy right now. 2. Private valuations are opinion, not science. A few years ago the Winklevoss twins used Microsoft’s $15 billion valuation to settle their lawsuit. Meanwhile,...
Leave it to the Internet. Goldman Sachs just awarded a $50 billion valuation to Facebook. And in a shrewd branding maneuver, the storied financial behemoth is offering its high-net-worth clients the option to co-invest in the world’s leading social media site....
The New York Times describes my novels as “money porn,” “a red-hot franchise,” and “glittery thrillers about fiscal malfeasance.” Through fiction I explore the dark side of money and the motivations of those who have it, want more, and will steamroll anybody who gets in their way.
The New York Times describes my novels as “money porn,” “a red-hot franchise,” and “glittery thrillers about fiscal malfeasance.” Through fiction I explore the dark side of money and the motivations of those who have it, want more, and will steamroll anybody who gets in their way.