Subpriming with Michael Lewis

When I returned to the United States in 1990 after spending most of the previous six years in Africa, one of the first books I read was Michael Lewis's Liar's Poker. I wanted to catch up with a culture that had moved away while I was away. It boggled my mind; all I could think … Continue reading Subpriming with Michael Lewis

With Apologies to Percy Shelley…

I met a traveler from Manhattan IslandWho said: "Those vast towers of steel and stoneStand in the street. Near them on the ground,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frownAnd wrinkled lip and sneer of cold commandTell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them … Continue reading With Apologies to Percy Shelley…