He finds a grim humor in Madoff’s widow, Ruth, whose degree of complicity stays undetermined. Behar interviews the lawyer who’s attempting, to this point 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 gained’t shut the [bleep] up.”
Maybe most provocatively, Behar takes chapter-long situation with the characterization of Madoff’s wiped-out shoppers as “victims,” preferring the time period “losers.” In any case, he writes, “these poor unfortunates had been pulling in large, impossibly constant income and not using a peep — usually for many years.”
He’s proper that buyers ought to conduct due diligence. However there’s a bizarre unacknowledged echo with one in every of Donald J. Trump’s favourite disparagements that makes Behar’s personal, late-in-the-narrative try to 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 Ultimate 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 Ultimate Phrase | By Richard Behar | Avid Reader Press | 384 pp. | $35
