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Moral hazard / by Kate Jennings ; introduced by Gideon Haigh.

By: Contributor(s): Series: Text classicsPublisher: Melbourne, Victoria : The Text Publishing Company, 2015Copyright date: ©2015Edition: First editionDescription: 157 pages ; 20 cmContent type:
  • text
Media type:
  • unmediated
Carrier type:
  • volume
ISBN:
  • 9781922182159
Subject(s): Genre/Form: DDC classification:
  • 823.4 23
Awards:
  • Winner 2003 Australian Literature Society Gold Medal.
Summary: 'I disapproved of bankers, on principle. Not that I knew any. Until this job, I had worked and made friends with people who shared my views. Mostly moral, mostly kind. An unlikely candidate, then, for the job of executive speechwriter, to be putting words in the mouths of plutocrats deeply suspicious of metaphors and words of more than two syllables. An unlikely candidate, too, to be working for a firm...whose ethic was borrowed in equal parts from the Marines, the CIA, and Las Vegas. A firm where women were about as welcome as fleas in a sleeping bag.' Wall Street in the mid-1990s: the recession is over and finance companies are gearing up for the next boom. Cath - wisecracking Australian-born 'bedrock feminist, unreconstructed left-winger' - has given up freelance writing for corporate life at one of the big investment banks. Her husband, Bailey, has Alzheimer's, and they need serious money. For seven years Cath lives in two worlds, both of them mad. By day she grapples with the twisted logic and outsized egos of high finance. By night she witnesses the inexorable decline of the man she loves as, ravaged by disease, he is 'reduced to a nub'.
Holdings
Item type Current library Call number Status Date due Barcode
Book Book Jessie Street National Women's Library General Stacks 823.4 JEN (Browse shelf(Opens below)) Available for reference in the library and ILL 68120

First published by Fourth Estate, 2002.

'I disapproved of bankers, on principle. Not that I knew any. Until this job, I had worked and made friends with people who shared my views. Mostly moral, mostly kind. An unlikely candidate, then, for the job of executive speechwriter, to be putting words in the mouths of plutocrats deeply suspicious of metaphors and words of more than two syllables. An unlikely candidate, too, to be working for a firm...whose ethic was borrowed in equal parts from the Marines, the CIA, and Las Vegas. A firm where women were about as welcome as fleas in a sleeping bag.' Wall Street in the mid-1990s: the recession is over and finance companies are gearing up for the next boom. Cath - wisecracking Australian-born 'bedrock feminist, unreconstructed left-winger' - has given up freelance writing for corporate life at one of the big investment banks. Her husband, Bailey, has Alzheimer's, and they need serious money. For seven years Cath lives in two worlds, both of them mad. By day she grapples with the twisted logic and outsized egos of high finance. By night she witnesses the inexorable decline of the man she loves as, ravaged by disease, he is 'reduced to a nub'.

Winner 2003 Australian Literature Society Gold Medal.

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