I've become a junkie for all the books about the recent economic crisis. For one reason, I think it largely defines (along with the wars in Iraq/Afghanistan) the great narrative of the new millennium. Secondly, I happened to be in New York at the time of the great struggles on Wall Street in 2008 and 2009 with a window seat to many of the issues that came out of that period. For instance, I remember the dollar bills taped to the doors of the Bear Stearns building on Madison Avenue as I passed them on my way to work the day after the former financial powerhouse was sold to J.P. Morgan for two dollars a share. Shortly thereafter, I too would be affected by the financial meltdown, as I was outsourced from the lofty heights of a position at 30 Rockefeller to a satellite function in the deep South. Seeing some of the aftermath myself drives me to try to understand what could have caused the precipitous decline of our financial systems and what or who is to blame for the enormous losses and changes to the economic landscape of our entire country.
However, it isn't always easy to understand what happened at some of these financial institutions when you are an outsider. The jargon and the players involved are a bit obscure to the layman even if these characters are considered titans in their industry and their language of choice drives the engines of industry that drag the rest of us along for the ride. I find that most of the literature on the subject is kind of dry and while the authors attempt in good faith to explain what happened behind the scenes, it takes quite a bit of commitment to make sense of it all. You'll be four or five books and hundreds of CNBC hours-watched into your project before you start to really get it.
It is within this context that Randall Lane's book "The Zeroes: My Misadventures in the Decade Wall Street Went Insane" emerges with what I can only think to call the outsider's ultimate inside view to the whole fiasco. As the Editor-in-Chief and Co-founder of the magazine, Trader Monthly, Lane was essentially given a front row seat to the excess and urgency of the decade he affectionately calls The Zeroes (2000-09) not only for the double zeroes in the date, but for the zero job growth and GDP growth the decade ultimately produced.
The book goes through the very interesting path Lane had to take to come up with and finance Trader Monthly as well as the colorful and powerful partners who helped him make the magazine come to life. Intent on showing off the lifestyle of the best and brightest on Wall Street, Lane was able to tap into something deeper and darker perhaps than he imagined when launching the project, the greed and excess which run just below the surface of the financial industry. While at first he is able to market the lifestyles of these traders and deal-makers mining a niche advertising market for ultra-luxury items he soon comes face to face with the limitations of independent publishing even for what turned out to be a very popular publication. As he is forced to take on more and more risk to keep his business viable, he becomes infected with the same disease which had already taken hold of the major financial houses on Wall Street (and around the world it turned out) over-leverage.
Cue sinister music.
Since the entire premise of the book is that things don't turn out well (and that the book is marketed this way) means that pointing it out in my personal review isn't much of a spoiler. But even on the way down, Randall Lane is very observant and honest about his missteps. In fact, through the entire rise and fall of Trader Monthly he has taken some keen notes about who was where and when seemingly all of the time. While the book doesn't necessarily descend into tabloid fare, it does take some strange turns into the back alleys and secret handshake deals that get made behind the multi-million dollar facades of giant homes, rare cars, exotic timepieces and the gross symbols of excess that have come to define the period. If there is a complaint that I might have with the book it is that maybe he didn't quite go tabloid enough in some of his stories. He includes in his story constant mentions of great parties with truly excessive motifs, A-list crowds and peeks behind the curtains that separate the truly wealthy from the rest of us. However, besides a little name-dropping and calling out of the few crass individuals who perhaps didn't really belong on the financial circuit's social scene he rarely gets into any sordid details beyond who could afford what toys and who was willing to show off said toys to the readership of his magazine. In this manner, Lane served sort of as the ultimate gatekeeper for the wealthy community all while promising the reader revelations of here-to-for unseen profligacy and a look at the underbelly of privilege that comes with it. But he never truly delivers on that front. Smart, I guess, if you plan on one day launching a triumphant return to that arena, but hardly worthy of any real journalistic props.
I do like that the book is very accessible and clearly spells out the pitfalls that the author faced tip-toeing through the world of the mega-rich. I found the stories engaging and filled with enough detail to be fully credible. And in the end, I came to like him. Obvious comparisons to Nick Carraway aside, I think Randall Lane comes away from the experiences a better person with a firm understanding that the rules which apply to the very rich (or to those who can keep making money for the very rich) are not the same rules that the rest of us play by. But, for better or for worse, someone who got to visit that world for a short time came back with a pretty amazing cautionary tale about it and some sharp insight into what the American Dream is really truly like for those who get to live it rather than just dream it.