Leon G. Cooperman is a very fortunate man. The son of a plumber, he went on to run the asset management business of Goldman Sachs. Presumably, that made him quite rich (the math: Goldman partner = rich), but he didn’t stop there. He next founded his own hedge fund, which, according to Forbes, manages $6.1 billion. His net worth is said to be $2.2 billion, which puts him comfortably in the middle of that obnoxious record of acquisitiveness known as the Forbes 400.

I have Leon Cooperman on my mind because I recently read Chrystia Freeland’s New Yorker piece entitled “Super-Rich Irony: The billionaires battling Obama.”

J.E. Fishman, author of the thriller Primacy, and the forthcoming novel Cadaver Blues, is a featured contributor in TNB Books’ new collection, The Beautiful Anthology, where he wrote about the most beautiful tennis serve he ever hit.

 

Most beautiful writer/artist?

Michelangelo. His David and his Pietá can’t be captured in a photograph; you have to see them in real life before you die. Creativity is such a delicate thing. To think that these works began in someone’s head and found eternal perfection in stone, of all things—hard stone—it stops the world when you see them.

J. E. Fishman’s Cadaver Blues is a mystery novel about murder, drugs, and economic machinations. Perfectly attuned to our times, Fishman digs into the world of shady mortgages, race relations, and the life of one of the more interesting protagonist’s I’ve recently encountered: a scrappy Vietnamese guy adopted by Jewish parents, Phuoc Goldberg. Over a year ago, coinciding with the launch of The Nervous Breakdown 3.0, we began serializing this novel in weekly installments. After we posted the final chapter last week, I spoke with Joel about his experience with the serialization. As someone who’s been both inside and outside the publishing industry, his perspective is definitely unique, and worth a read.

Editor’s note: This is the latest installment to Cadaver Blues, a serialized novel exclusive to TNB. If you’re behind, go to the beginning.

 

 

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I conclude my goodbyes and drive straight to the hot dog place, where I order two State Fair Corn dogs, large chili fries and a large vanilla shake.  When I’m finished, I pop into Creamy Dreamy.

“You ever kill anyone, Brad?”

He pushes the toque up off his forehead.  “You mean before last week?”

Editor’s note: Cadaver Blues is a serialized novel exclusive to TNB.  Check out weekly additions of one or two chapters from the Fiction home page.  This page features the novel’s progress up to the previous week.

 

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Three rules to live by.  Never owe.  Never sweat.  Never apologize.

My clients, when I have any, share certain characteristics.  Optimism caused them to borrow.  Expectations are making them sweat.  And nobody but nobody wants to hear their apologies.  Unless, of course, those apologies appear in the memo section of a check made out to King Cash.

And even then, my friend, what good saying you’re sorry?