The problem with this book is not just that the author makes virtually no effort to explain why the whole financial system would have collapsed in 2008 absent huge taxpayer bailouts, other than in a few sentences in an epilogue. The problem is that throughout the book he uncritically channels the explanations for the collapse provided by the titans of Wall Street. The CEOs blame the government, the profit-seeking hedge funds and the shorts, never themselves. They come up with ludicrous justifications for billions in salaries and bonuses that fund their lavish lifestyles. You can almost hear Sorkin's pain when he describes how much the net worth of the Lehman CEO, Dick Fuld, declined, and how he has to consider selling his wife's art collection. The fact that he had redeemed hundreds of millions worth of stock ($482 million according to Fortune magazine) as his company was disintegrating around him barely gets mentioned. The accounting tricks used to prop up these paragons both to take their toxic assets temporarily off the books and to underreport the real compensation to executives go unmentioned. After reading this you also wonder what it is that these people actually do to earn these billions. Sorkin uncritically says that this money is necessary to "retain the talent." But Bank of America decided to pay $38 billion for Merrill Lynch after doing due diligence for a total of two days. Was this actually a demonstration of "talent"? The only sense you get of these people is that they're all scrappy testosterone-filled climbers from disadvantaged backgrounds who still feel a deep need to prove themselves and who also want to belong to an all-male club. Government regulators also belong to the same club; any of these CEOs can get any government official they want on the phone within a few minutes. Virtually every quote from a CEO has the "f" word somewhere in it, and women are persona non grata except for wallflower wives, who are either crying at some decision by their husbands that turns out to be brilliant (p. 40, 171), or are waiting patiently at home to stroke their egos. The two women who have anything to do with this story, Erin Callan, the Lehman CFO, and Sheila Bair, the FDIC Chairwoman, are disparaged in the meanest possible terms. Callan was a "diversity hire" (p. 112) whom Sorkin further maligns by repeating unsubstantiated rumors that she slept her way to the top. (p. 120). She "knew precious little" about her subject matter and "had no background in accounting whatsoever." (p. 29). A tax lawyer, with no background in accounting? Sure. She's ridiculed for having a framed cover story from a Conde Nast magazine on her wall; so she's also vain. Bair is similarly ridiculed as a "showboat," a "grandstander," and, worst of all in this all-male club, "not a team player." Sorkin is a talented writer, but New York Times reporters should do better than serve as propaganda mouthpieces for the ruling class that has fooled so many of us and stolen so many of our resources.