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This is a hard book to review. 'Money'. I'll probably have to let the whole thing soak. It was brilliant, nimble, sharp, hard, completely balls-out-nuts and pornographic (not really in the PORNporn way, but in the MONEYporn way--yeah, folks, listen to the book you won't understand till you listen to it).

If you put 'Money' together with Gaddis' JRand Wolfe's The Bonfire of the Vanities and then sprinkle it all with the vibe and intensity and amorality of Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow you begin to get the literary footprint of the financial crisis of 2008 AND a peepshow into how reading/listening to 'Money' feels. Anyway, this is a novel I will need to chew on for a few weeks, months or decades before I've fully digested how I feel about it. Was it Bad Money or Good Money? Or just Money?

For me it just wasn't as good as 'JR' and a day and plane ride from Manhattan later, I still feel a tad beat up by it (and my feet are still swollen from the City, the plane, or Martin Amis, or all three), so 4 stars, but absolutely brilliant still.