I wrote last week about Sam Bankman-Fried and the corruption of
noble causes. The LRB just published this tour de force from John
Lanchester, reviewing both Michael Lewis’s Going Infinite
and Zeke Faux’s Number Go Up. Lanchester is, it’s safe to
say, no fan of SBF:
“Going Infinite is wildly entertaining, surprising
multiple times on pretty much every page, but it adds up to a sad
story, even a tragedy, for its central character and for all the
people who lost so much thanks to his actions. Lewis, whom I know, is
charming and amenable to charm; he likes SBF and is amused by him.
I don’t feel the same, mainly because SBF, as well as being reckless
with things that don’t belong to him, and deeply arrogant about his
own intellectual superiority, is unredeemably careless about people.
‘The notion that other people don’t matter as much as I do felt like
a stretch,’ he once said. A worthy insight, but SBF doesn’t act on it:
in Going Infinite he repeatedly, compulsively, acts as if
other people don’t matter at all. He plays video games during meetings
and conversations, fails to be where he’s said he’ll be and do what
he’s said he’ll do, and in general does exactly whatever he feels like
doing, all the time. A detail: ‘I watched as Sam entered the empty
townhouse, opened a closet, and, without so much as a glance at the
row of empty hangers, tossed the ball of clothes onto the closet
floor. We then drove together to the airport and returned to the
Bahamas.’ The person whose job it will be to pick up those clothes, as
far as SBF is concerned, does not exist.”
…and yet, by the end, he feels oddly sorry for him as he stares down the
barrel of decades in prison. I felt exactly the same when reading
Going Infinite. #