Fiction is predictive. In my novel, The Trust, a Catholic charity launders money through a sex superstore. Total fiction from the depths of my imagination. Several months after The Trust was published, Connecticut authorities indicted a Catholic priest for cooking...
First, we read that savvy investors were paying 20 cents on the dollar to Madoff victims for their claims. Quickly, inexorably, not surprisingly—investor bids ticked up to 25 and 30 cents. Then, we read that Jeffry Picower's widow settled with the...
First, we read that savvy investors were paying 20 cents on the dollar to Madoff victims for their claims. Quickly, inexorably, not surprisingly—investor bids ticked up to 25 and 30 cents. Then, we read that Jeffry Picower's widow settled with...
After returning from three strip malls, Phoebe Jenkins kicked off her shoes first thing. Right there in front of the kitchen sink. She was exhausted from the holiday crowds—all the pushing and shoving, the occasional hip check or two. Her swollen dogs were...
Did you see the 60 Minutes exposé on speed trading? I've embedded the video, which explains how high-frequency trading works. It sheds light on the May 6 flash crash—why the Dow dropped nearly 700 points in twenty minutes. It's only a matter of...
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.