Mingli Yang

could alternately be titled "portrait of a narcissist as a young man". aside from a few insights into what traders actually do, a poorly written account of a rather dull 20 something's experience in finance. at one point he breathlessly writes "the economy had become an obsession, it spread like an oil spill through the acid of my heart." ugh! similes like this should have been euthanized in english comp class, sparing the paying reader the hemingway-esk, f-bomb laden prose style is insufferable, especially since nothing interesting happens in this tedious tale some woke drivel about wealth inequality thrown in at the end complete the narrative oh editors, where art thou