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This they do by creating an exchange in which high-frequency trading—source of the most intractable problems—will have no advantage whatsoever.

The light that Lewis shines into the darkest corners of the financial world may not be good for your blood pressure, because if you have any contact with the market, even a retirement account, this story is happening to you. But in the end, Flash Boys is an uplifting read.

Kroft spoke with Michael Lewis, the author of "Flash Boys," about how insiders are raising the costs of stocks for ordinary investors. The tsunami of cheap credit that rolled across the planet between and was more than a simple financial phenomenon: it was temptation, offering entire societies the chance to reveal aspects of their characters they could not normally afford to indulge. Icelanders wanted to stop fishing and become investment bankers. The Greeks wanted to turn their country into a pinata stuffed with cash and allow as many citizens as possible to take a whack at it.

The Germans wanted to be even more German; the Irish wanted to stop being Irish. Michael Lewis's investigation of bubbles beyond our shores is so brilliantly, sadly hilarious that it leads the American reader to a comfortable complacency: oh, those foolish foreigners. But when he turns a merciless eye on California and Washington, DC, we see that the narrative is a trap baited with humor, and we understand the reckoning that awaits the greatest and greediest of debtor nations.

Lewis achieves a novelistic elegance. Clark proves to be a character as enthralling as any in American fiction or non-fiction. And it's essential reading. The real story of the crash began in bizarre feeder markets where the sun doesn't shine and the SEC doesn't dare, or bother, to tread: the bond and real estate derivative markets where geeks invent impenetrable securities to profit from the misery of lower- and middle-class Americans who can't pay their debts.

The smart people who understood what was or might be happening were paralyzed by hope and fear; in any case, they weren't talking. Michael Lewis creates a fresh, character-driven narrative brimming with indignation and dark humor, a fitting sequel to his 1 bestseller Liar's Poker. Out of a handful of unlikely-really unlikely-heroes, Lewis fashions a story as compelling and unusual as any of his earlier bestsellers, proving yet again that he is the finest and funniest chronicler of our time.

Writing in faintly Tom Wolfe-ian prose, Mr. Lewis does a colorful job of introducing the lay reader to the Darwinian world of the bond market. Lewis achieves what I previously imagined impossible: He makes subprime sexy all over again.

When Michael Lewis became a father, he decided to keep a written record of what actually happened immediately after the birth of each of his three children.

This book is that record. But it is also something else: maybe the funniest, most unsparing account of ordinary daily household life ever recorded, from the point of view of the man inside. The only wonder is that his wife has allowed him to publish it.

When it comes to markets, the first deadly sin is greed. In this New York Times bestseller, Michael Lewis is our jungle guide through five of the most violent and costly upheavals in recent financial history. With his trademark humor and brilliant anecdotes, Lewis paints the mood and market factors leading up to each event, weaves contemporary accounts to show what people thought was happening at the time, and, with the luxury of hindsight, analyzes what actually happened and what we should have learned from experience.

When we first meet Michael Oher is one of thirteen children by a mother addicted to crack; he does not know his real name, his father, his birthday, or how to read or write. He takes up football, and school, after a rich, white, Evangelical family plucks him from the streets. Then two great forces alter Oher: the family's love and the evolution of professional football itself into a game in which the quarterback must be protected at any cost.

Our protagonist becomes the priceless package of size, speed, and agility necessary to guard the quarterback's greatest vulnerability: his blind side. It's not a sociology book. It's a storybook about modern society, ancient virtues, and the power of love, money and talent to do a little good. He bounced on and off of the roster in New Orleans a number of times from to before trying out for other teams, having been released with an injury designation earlier this year.

Lewis played a bit part in the receiving corps and return game with the Saints, but his most notorious moment came as the targeted receiver in the NFC championship game no-call. The Saints will have their hands full without four of their top six special teamers in snaps played: J. Tom will be the next man up if something happens to Dolphins starter Michael Deiter.

Louis and for Saturday against McKendree have been canceled and will be considered no contests, according to the university website. The Flyers next scheduled game is on Monday against Lindenwood at p. According to the university website, Lewis University's men's and women's swimming dual meet at the University of Chicago scheduled for Friday has also been canceled.

Saturday's tri-meet against Davenport and Olivet Nazarene is still on as scheduled at this time. Due to the university's updated event attendance restrictions, Lewis has also postponed the induction ceremony for the third class of the Lewis Academy of Coaches, which was scheduled for Saturday.

The event will be rescheduled for later in the spring. Sports Lewis Basketball Games, Swim Meet Canceled The events have been canceled due to health and safety protocols within the athletic programs. In that March 31 game, as Jordan pulled up for his patented fallaway -- one of the most feared weapons in basketball -- Lewis waited patiently for MJ to launch himself, then stretched his arms and timed it so he deflected the ball just as Jordan released.

The block surprised Jordan, whose otherworldly elevation usually negated any chance of a rejected shot. Most players weren't athletic enough to literally "hang" with Jordan.

Lewis was one of the exceptions. I was trying to take advantage of his passive demeanor, but he didn't back down.

He never relinquished his own aggressiveness. As he so often did with young players, Jordan tried to verbally engage Lewis, yet Reggie wouldn't participate. He merely smiled and made a move to the basket. But Reggie never said a word. MJ dismissed Reggie's initial block as an anomaly. When it happened again, this time on a pull-up jumper, Jordan became irked. The next time, he became concerned.

And by the fourth time, on a lefty drive to the hoop, Jordan was irritated -- and somewhat spooked. When you have the skills to break someone down on defense and you can't, it makes you tentative offensively.

Here's where we pause for a moment to understand the magnitude of what Jordan is saying. The most dynamic scorer in NBA history is now admitting two decades later that he was shocked by what Reggie Lewis did to him, confused by his length and made tentative offensively. Because Lewis was so understated off the floor, opponents mistakenly figured he lacked the killer instinct. They often found out differently when he stripped the ball from them or sent their jump shot into the seats.

Dumars was on a roster that included Bill Laimbeer, Dennis Rodman and John Salley , and their supersized personalities often overshadowed his accomplishments. If you started yapping at either of those guys, they just smiled at you. In spite of Jordan's poor shooting in that epic March 31 battle, the Bulls still led by three in the waning seconds.

That's when Lewis came down and drilled a 3-pointer to tie it. It was the first and only trey he attempted all night. It wasn't until the second overtime that the old master, Bird, came to life and ripped off nine points to enable the Celtics to hang on for a win.

Jordan retreated to the visitor's locker room shaking his head. None of his teammates dared to rib him about a skinny kid from Baltimore blocking four of his shots.



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