Author: Jordan Belfort
Provided Synopsis: By day he made thousands of dollars a minute. By night he spent it as fast as he could, on drugs, sex, and international globe-trotting. From the binge that sank a 170-foot motor yacht and ran up a $700,000 hotel tab, to the wife and kids waiting at home, and the fast-talking, hard-partying young stockbrokers who called him king and did his bidding, here, in his own inimitable words, is the story of the ill-fated genius they called …
THE WOLF OF WALL STREET
In the 1990s Jordan Belfort, former kingpin of the notorious investment firm Stratton Oakmont, became one of the most infamous names in American finance: a brilliant, conniving stock-chopper who led his merry mob on a wild ride out of the canyons of Wall Street and into a massive office on Long Island. Now, in this astounding and hilarious tell-all autobiography, Belfort narrates a story of greed, power, and excess that no one could invent.
Reputedly the prototype for the film Boiler Room, Stratton Oakmont turned microcap investing into a wickedly lucrative game as Belfort’s hyped-up, coked-out brokers browbeat clients into stock buys that were guaranteed to earn obscene profits—for the house. But an insatiable appetite for debauchery, questionable tactics, and a fateful partnership with a breakout shoe designer named Steve Madden would land Belfort on both sides of the law and into a harrowing darkness all his own.
From the stormy relationship Belfort shared with his model-wife as they ran a madcap household that included two young children, a full-time staff of twenty-two, a pair of bodyguards, and hidden cameras everywhere—even as the SEC and FBI zeroed in on them—to the unbridled hedonism of his office life, here is the extraordinary story of an ordinary guy who went from hustling Italian ices at sixteen to making hundreds of millions. Until it all came crashing down …
Review: I would have never read this book if it were not for a movie featuring Leonardo di Caprio being released soon based on this memoir. Truthfully, I have very little interest in anything having to deal with stocks or Wall Street. So maybe the best advertising this book could have had was that a movie was being made on it, and that I am stickler for reading the book before I see the movie. I gave this book a shot, and I am glad that I did.
The Wolf of Wall Street is compulsive reading. The people whose lives fall apart within the pages are the definition of a hot mess. I had never even heard of some of the drugs that are mentioned as being taken. And there is plenty of drug use. There is a level of debauchery in Jordan Belfort’s life that I cannot even imagine. Jordan is called the Wolf of Wall Street because his young age and youthful appearance contrast with his cut throat business methods and erratic behavior. He launders money and plots ways to destroy other people through the stock market. He has a wife and children yet cannot keep away from hookers. His drug addiction is so out of control that when he lists off how many drugs he has taken in a day’s time you are forced to wonder how the man is even alive. In some ways, this story was so sensational because how could it be true. How could people live like this? How could someone sink a 170-ft yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea?
The Wolf of Wall Street and his band of enablers during his “glory days” were some of the most despicable people I have ever heard of. As a reader I held no sympathy for them, yet I could not stop myself from wanting to finish what was being told of their story. I think that others would feel quite the same if they were to give this book a try.