"In February both Loeb and Ackman attended Vanity Fair’s Oscar party in Los Angeles. A person there reported that Ackman went up to Loeb, said hello, then added about Herbalife, “Look, you really shouldn’t have done that,” to which Loeb replied, “Why? Why shouldn’t I have done that?” Ackman said, “It was really wrong.” Loeb replied, “No, why? I made $50 million. What’s wrong with that?” The two men no longer speak."
"The book is a narrative reconstruction of the behind-the-scenes machinations of the campaigns of Obama and Republican nominee Mitt Romney. It details Romney’s search for a vice-presidential nominee. “Project Goldfish,” as his vetting team called its operation, was so secretive that researchers referred to the five finalists by aquatic names — New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie (Pufferfish), former Minnesota governor Tim Pawlenty (Lakefish), Sen. Rob Portman of Ohio (Filet-O-Fish), Sen. Marco Rubio of Florida (Pescado) and Rep. Paul Ryan of Wisconsin (Fishconsin)."
"(Football is the nation’s No. 1 obsession, followed closely by a middle-aged person yelling about football, and then a football just rotating noiselessly on a tray.)"
"I forgot to mention that it’s also a very funny book. And Bombay is a very funny city. At one point during this trip, as Suketu’s taxi idles at a red light, a 14-year-old kid tries to sell him a pirated paperback copy of Maximum City. Suketu asks him what the book is about. “Oh, all of Bombay is in this book!” the young street salesman says. “Well, how much do you want?” Suketu asks. “Six hundred rupees!” the kid says—about $9. “Six hundred? Do you know I’ve written it?” “Fine,” the kid shrugs. “If you’ve written it, you can have it for four hundred.”"
BOTTOMS OUT. in print Vice Magazine October 2013
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