He finds a grim humor in Madoff’s widow, Ruth, whose stage of complicity stays undetermined. Behar interviews the lawyer who’s attempting, to date futilely, to return to her the canopied marital mattress — “shorter than a queen” — and quotes the hard-boiled F.B.I. agent who chides her for smoking. “Ruth, that’s gonna kill you,” he says. “If solely,” she replies.
“No surprise Bernie doesn’t thoughts jail,” the agent says later. “She received’t shut the [bleep] up.”
Maybe most provocatively, Behar takes chapter-long difficulty with the characterization of Madoff’s wiped-out shoppers as “victims,” preferring the time period “losers.” In spite of everything, he writes, “these poor unfortunates had been pulling in huge, impossibly constant earnings with no peep — typically for many years.”
He’s proper that traders ought to conduct due diligence. However there’s a bizarre unacknowledged echo with one among Donald J. Trump’s favourite disparagements that makes Behar’s personal, late-in-the-narrative try and yoke collectively Madoff and the previous president as avatars of a nationwide mental-health disaster appear shallow.
In a big crowd that features accountants, key punch operators, secretaries, merchants, turncoats, quants, S.E.C. officers, legal professionals, courtroom officers and the pricey departed Aunt Adele — who labored with neuroscientists and requires a forensic examination of the warped folds of Bernie’s mind — the psychiatrist Behar consults looks like a last-minute and considerably awkward invitee.
Even with varied quirks and jerks, although, “Madoff: The Last Phrase” boils a narrative of mythic proportions all the way down to a bowlful of golden nuggets. If that is the primary time you’re being served, a lot the higher.
MADOFF: The Last Phrase | By Richard Behar | Avid Reader Press | 384 pp. | $35
