Michael Lewis

From the Stacks: 'Toy Goy'

April 26, 1993

Over the 1993 Passover holidays, then–senior editor Michael Lewis found The New Republic’s offices entirely empty. A self-professed “flaming gentile,” Lewis expounded on the perks and travails of being the “toy goy” at an institution with a large number of Jews. READ MORE >>

The Trouble with Wall Street

The shocking news that Goldman Sachs is greedy

Twenty five years ago I quit a job on Wall Street to write a book about Wall Street. Since then, every year or so, UPS has delivered to me a book more or less like my own, written by some Wall Street insider and promising to blow the lid off the place, and reveal its inner workings, and so on. By now, you might think, this game should be over. READ MORE >>

Autobiography of Mark Twain: Volume 1By Mark Twain Edited by Harriet Elinor Smith (University of California Press, 736 pp., $34.95) READ MORE >>

The Snowball: Warren Buffett and the Business of Life By Alice Schroeder (Bantam Books, 960 pp., $35) READ MORE >>

Inherit the Wind

To a New Orleans boy in the early '70s, the only acts of God that offered anything like the pleasure of a hurricane were the big rains that filled up the city like a bathtub and made it possible to paddle down the streets in a cone, waving at grown-ups trapped inside their floating cars and buses. Compared with the hurricanes, however, these rains were second-rate thrills—the Ferris wheel next to the giant roller coaster. They didn't close schools, knock down trees, rip roofs off houses, or even cut the lights. READ MORE >>

The Seducer

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The Quarterback

Then Jackie Kemp came on and we seemed to collapse, offensively and defensively. The final score was 50-20. It was the most humiliating moment of my life. I had never lost a game by that kind of score, even in high school. --O.J. Simpson, The Education of a Rich Rookie (1970)     September 23 & 24: READ MORE >>

Before rejoining the Dole campaign I fly with my friend Barbara Feinman to Detroit. I have made a deal with myself, as an incentive to get out of bed in the morning. For every three days I spend with Bob Dole I will allow myself a day with someone who is not Bob Dole. Normally, I would have waited until I had earned the reward to collect it. But circumstances--namely Barbara--intervened. READ MORE >>

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