IN 2009, AUTHOR BEN MEZRICH WROTE A book named The Accidental Billionaires, chronicling the unholy birth of Facebook, the rise of Mark Zuckerberg, and the fall – well, the stumble – of Tyler and Cameron Winklevoss, the identical twins who believed that Zuckerberg had stolen the idea for the social network from them.
Mezrich’s newest book is also about billionaires, but not accidental ones, you hear? It’s very important that you understand that Tyler and Cameron were millionaires but now they’re billionaires – nine zeroes, not six – and they did it all by themselves, except for a bunch of other people. Also, they might be geniuses, and they were betrayed, but they’ve found redemption. Got it? Billionaires. Genius. Betrayal. Redemption.
Just to be safe, Mezrich has put all of those in the title: Bitcoin Billionaires: A True Story of Genius, Betrayal, and Redemption. But this book’s real title, booming off every page of this entertaining but entirely transparent bit of literary fluffing, is really “Nyah Nyah Nyah, We Didn’t Need Stupid Facebook Anyway, Mark. Yeah, Mark, How’d You Like Us Now, You Nerdy Poo-Face?”
Of course, I’m not suggesting that this book was commissioned by two ultracompetitive billionaires with badly stung egos, or that they paid for the tidal wave of publicity that has launched it around the world. The super-rich doesn’t operate like that, now do they?
Still, it is palpably obvious that while this account of What The Twins Did Next sells itself as a fast-paced tech thriller, it is, in fact, a very long letter from two very jilted lovers.
Indeed, the author says as much on the very first page, where he opens with a quote from Alexandre Dumas’s The Count of Monte Cristo: “Moral wounds have this peculiarity – they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open to the heart.”
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Lennie The Liquidator Faces R500,000 Defamation Suit
After losing his cool when his fees were questioned
Panel Beater De Luxe
Danmar Autobody and its erstwhile directors get a serious panel beating in court papers. Corruption and theft are said to have destroyed the firm chaired by Nelson Mandela’s eldest daughter, leaving 200 workers destitute and threatening to kill.
Meet Covid Diarist Ronald Wohlman
Ronald Wohlman – EX SOUTH African copywriter, author, and actor – never dreamt that his lockdown diaries, written on Facebook and followed by people all over the world – would become his “life’s work”.
A Picture Of Peace?
Beware: Appearances can be deceptive
Flogging A (Battery-Driven) Dead Horse
Why plug-in vehicles are not all they’re cracked up to be– and, likely, never will be
Everybody Drinks Corona
I am hesitant to go Into the pub today. Not because it’s illegal, but there is a crème colored 1985 Mercedes 300D parked behind the pine tree. This means the devil is inside; that’s what we call Dr. De Villiers. You don’t know whether you will encounter the good doctor with the charming bedside manner or the violent, bipolar bully. The problem is, most of the time, you can never be sure which it is, so it’s best to always keep a social distance.
Never Take A Hypochondriac To A Pandemic
From Ronald Wohlman’s New York Corona Diary
The money train
Transnet in court battle with liquidators of Gupta-linked audit firm over R57m in ‘corrupt’ payments and invoices
‘He's no pharmaceutical genius, he's a vulture'
Pharma con seeks prison release to ‘help find Covid cure’
Bush school – A memoir
OUR SCHOOL WAS IN THE MIDDLE of the bush, ten miles from the nearest town in the harsh beauty of the Zimbabwean highveld. It started life in World War II as No 26 EFTS Guinea Fowl, a Royal Air Force elementary flying training school and I arrived there in 1954, just seven years after it became an all-white co-ed state boarding school.