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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 . . .
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 . . .
Praise for The Wolf of Wall Street
“Raw and frequently hilarious.”—The New York Times
“A rollicking tale of [Jordan Belfort’s] rise to riches as head of the infamous boiler room Stratton Oakmont . . . proof that there are indeed second acts in American lives.”—Forbes
“A cross between Tom Wolfe’s The Bonfire of the Vanities and Scorsese’s GoodFellas . . . Belfort has the Midas touch.”—The Sunday Times (London)
“Entertaining as pulp fiction, real as a federal indictment . . . a hell of a read.”—Kirkus Reviews
“A rollicking tale of [Jordan Belfort’s] rise to riches as head of the infamous boiler room Stratton Oakmont . . . proof that there are indeed second acts in American lives.”—Forbes
“A cross between Tom Wolfe’s The Bonfire of the Vanities and Scorsese’s GoodFellas . . . Belfort has the Midas touch.”—The Sunday Times (London)
“Entertaining as pulp fiction, real as a federal indictment . . . a hell of a read.”—Kirkus Reviews
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