Summary from Goodreads:
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 . . .
Normally, a review of mine is a long and detailed analysis of various facets of the book. It delves deep into the finer intricacies which compose the tale to understand its deeper meanings. However, for The Wolf of Wall Street, I figured I would do something a little bit different. My lovely Alexa and I happened to catch the film the other night and while I was entertained by it, Alexa abhorred the movie for its gratuitous nature. This is where the idea was spawned; a comparison. Instead of just reviewing the book, Alexa suggested I juxtapose the book with the movie just in case any of you fellow bloggers cared to watch the flick or if you did and did not read the book, then perhaps this would paint an entirely different picture.
The book itself was just as the synopsis paints it out to be; think the movie Wall Street but real life. However, in the book, the debauchery, sexual antics and rampant drug use are not the main focus as it was in the movie. In the book they all still exist and are often times elaborated on in graphic detail, but what draws the biggest difference between Martin Scorcese’s film (headed by Leo Dicaprio and Jonah Hill) and the book written by Jordan Belfort is that in the book, the reader is given a sense of who Jordan Belfort actually is. In the book, it is written from his perspective and told in past tense so he is able to recant the stories of his wild and turbulent life whilst also adding a bit of his own personal feelings to the matter, whether they be pride or regret. In the film it is told as a linear story so there is very little retrospect. The audience is not able to get an understanding of the character and for that reason, at some points it comes off as a movie about hookers and blow. Alexa actually called it ‘Titties on Parade, starring Jack Dawson from Titanic”.
The book was fun and fresh. As the book progressed, the reader was able to empathize with Jordan. Even when he was snorting lines of coke off of hookers asses or backing his car into a wall with his child in the front seat while on a Qualuude high, you felt sorry for him and were hoping he would change. In the movie, the audience came to think of him as being an arrogant prick who coveted money more than anything else. I honestly cannot stop recommending this book to people, Alexa included. At the same time, I cannot stop steering people clear of the movie. The best part of the entire movie was Matthew Mcconaughey beating his chest to a tune reminiscent of his naked bongo excursion. The best part of the book was contained between the first and last page. I took issue with the ending of the movie as it made it seem he was back to his old tricks after serving a stint in jail while the book ended in a very satisfactory way where the reader was left wanting to hug Jordan for coming so far.