Many arrivees to central Jersey, he’s told me, are monied subcontinentals with luxury fever – gastroenterologists, hospital administrators and hedge-fund managers – who’re sick of their kids not getting into Dalton and Spence and are ready to buy the first day they drive down. The thinking is that these beige-skinned purchasers will look favorably on a development fronted by a well-dressed little guy who sorta looks like them. He and I have also discusssed the fact that house sales are already leveling and could pancake by New Year’s. Corporate debt’s too high. Mortgage rates are at 8.25 but a year ago were at six. The NASDAQ’s spongy. The election’s going in the toilet (though he doesn’t think so). Plus, it’s the Millenium, and nobody knows what’s happening next, only that something will. I’ve told him now might be a better time to spend his ethnic capital on a touchless car wash on Route 35, or possibly a U-Store-It or a Kinko’s. These businesses are cash cows if you keep an eye on your employees and don’t invest much of your own dough. Mike, of course, reads his tea leaves differently. (p.20)
E o lectură incomodă. Probabil de aceea nici n-a mai fost reeditată de Polirom din 1999, cu toate că ar fi meritat măcar la împlinirea centenarului de la desfăşurarea războaielor balcanice. De altfel, observ o indiferenţă totală în România vizavi de faptul că anul ăsta se împlinesc 100 de ani de la declanşarea celui mai catastrofic război din istoria Europei, cu efecte pînă în ziua de azi. Digi24, televiziunea de ştiri pe care o mai urmăresc din cînd în cînd, face momentan încă un serial tematic despre comunismul în România. Pentru că d-aia.