The Gods of Greenwich
Review by Joe Meyers, Hearst CT Media Group
The “free market” Wall Street schemers who got us into the financial catastrophe of 2008 and then were bailed out with taxpayer dollars are almost too easy a target for satire.
First they bilked their own clients with flimsy financial products, then they took money from our government when those products went bust and the whole world was pushed to the brink of another Great Depression.
And what was the first thing these self-proclaimed financial geniuses did when the economy became semi-stable? They picked up right where they left off with an obscene “bonus” system funded with cash that wouldn’t have been there if ordinary taxpayers hadn’t come to their rescue a few months earlier.
The black comedy of life in the fast lanes of high level finance powers a wonderful new thriller by Norb Vonnegut, “The Gods of Greenwich” (Minotaur Books) set in the poshest reaches of Connecticut and Manhattan.
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.