Quite a few books I consumed these days. Ted Turner's Call Me Ted, Edward Chancellor's Devil Takes Hindmost, Gene Smiley's Rethinking The Great Depression, Lisa Endlich's Goldman Sachs: The History of Success, Michael Lewis' Moneyball, Bob Rubin's In An Uncertain World, Michael Wolff's The Man Who Owns The News (why such painful writing, Michael?), and now midway through James Stewart's Den Of Thieves (it's amazing how M&A and arbs operated during the 1980s, love some of the details about secret briefcase handovers at the Plaza Hotel and next to the phone booth, etc.)
Books fill you up – to a certain extent. I cannot watch TV. It's sickening. Books usually don't leave you with a hangover…well, most of the time. Beside that, it's all ultra healthy stuff.
Oh wow, now here is something neutral: