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A review by inkerly
The Wolf of Wall Street by Jordan Belfort
2.0
2.5 stars
3 months later and I’ve finally finished this book. I’m a bit disappointed. No,severely.
I think anyone who picked up this book probably went in with hopes that this book would be an extravagant joyride that spilled the deeds on what went down in Belfort’s company, Stratton Oakmont, and how he probably went from average Joe Smhoe to the Wolf of Wall Street. In other words, an anti-heroine story. Instead the events of the book start after Belfort is already rich and wildly successful, and is more of an **autobiography of a rich self-absorbed husband of two ** then an actual expose.
Had I known the direction the book intended to take I probably would’ve given higher marks. This book IS ENTERTAINING after all, and a light read. But when you realize that this book is moreso a boastful retelling of all his morally and lawfully inept antics than an actual reflection on his life...it becomes an eyesore.
How many times does the author need to reference his raging erect hardons, his blasphemous cheating, his raging drug addictions (yes, there are MULTIPLE), and his joy at nicknaming and degrading/ humiliating all the people who he felt wronged him?? A BILLION TIMES. By the end of it I was marveling (in disgust) how the late 2011 Jordan Belfort actually had the gall to write this book knowing all the egregious things he says. A splash of misogynistic and racist jokes here and there as well, but to think his new wife, who is not mentioned in this book at all (telling) would have to see this book where he puts his former wives on Godly pedestals (while simultaneously treating them like garbage) says a lot about his character today.
If there was even a SHRED of accountability on his part, of self reflection and true genuine respect, I feel like I would’ve appreciated “his truth” a lot more, but nothing about Jordan is redeemable, and he doesn’t even put any deeper retrospect in these events. In all his wild schemes, there’s always a finger to point the blame. I just felt wildly disturbed by him as I finished the book. Even if he is sober and living a (somewhat) honest life. Meh.
3 months later and I’ve finally finished this book. I’m a bit disappointed. No,severely.
I think anyone who picked up this book probably went in with hopes that this book would be an extravagant joyride that spilled the deeds on what went down in Belfort’s company, Stratton Oakmont, and how he probably went from average Joe Smhoe to the Wolf of Wall Street. In other words, an anti-heroine story. Instead the events of the book start after Belfort is already rich and wildly successful, and is more of an **autobiography of a rich self-absorbed husband of two ** then an actual expose.
Had I known the direction the book intended to take I probably would’ve given higher marks. This book IS ENTERTAINING after all, and a light read. But when you realize that this book is moreso a boastful retelling of all his morally and lawfully inept antics than an actual reflection on his life...it becomes an eyesore.
How many times does the author need to reference his raging erect hardons, his blasphemous cheating, his raging drug addictions (yes, there are MULTIPLE), and his joy at nicknaming and degrading/ humiliating all the people who he felt wronged him?? A BILLION TIMES. By the end of it I was marveling (in disgust) how the late 2011 Jordan Belfort actually had the gall to write this book knowing all the egregious things he says. A splash of misogynistic and racist jokes here and there as well, but to think his new wife, who is not mentioned in this book at all (telling) would have to see this book where he puts his former wives on Godly pedestals (while simultaneously treating them like garbage) says a lot about his character today.
If there was even a SHRED of accountability on his part, of self reflection and true genuine respect, I feel like I would’ve appreciated “his truth” a lot more, but nothing about Jordan is redeemable, and he doesn’t even put any deeper retrospect in these events. In all his wild schemes, there’s always a finger to point the blame. I just felt wildly disturbed by him as I finished the book. Even if he is sober and living a (somewhat) honest life. Meh.