Hedge Fund Wives - Tatiana Boncompagni - Fun in limited doses

Well, just finished reading Hedge Fund Wives by Tatiana Boncompangni. A Very good read. I wouldn't recommend it, if you were looking out for some serious soul searching or serious reading. This one's just to be taken at its face value.

O.K. Here's my verdict.. It IS a chick-lit.. Heck.. So what's wrong.. It's been neatly marketed. I loved the theme. The story is simple. Marcy is married to John, a Hedge Fund Manager, and a very good one at that. He is hard working and soon gets a high paid job in New York where they get to run shoulders with the elitist society of New York. Apparently Marcy is trying hard to conceive, but it doesn't click for her. She is shattered when she discovers that her husband is having an affair with another page3 socialist, whom she totally totally dislikes. The ending of the story is quite abrupt, but I quite like the way, in which it is detailed and covers all lost ground. But still, there could have been little more common sense prevailing.

I loved this portion of the book... I am reproducing it verbatim..

I thought I wouldn’t miss all the trappings of life as a hedge fund wife, but the truth is that I did. Not having to worry about money was nice. So was being able to waltz into any store and buy anything you want. Even if I never abused my spending power (pre-divorce) just knowing that I could shop to my heart’s content gave me a certain confidence that the saleswomen and doormen and everyone else trained to decipher the haves from the have nots could pick up on. In other words, because I was rich, most of the people I encountered every day treated me with respect. And now that I wasn’t, they didn’t.

And it sucked.

I missed having money, which made me disappointed in myself. I had somewhere along the way convinced myself that I could take it or leave it, and that it wasn’t the measure of who I was as a person. When my parents and sister marveled at my good
fortune, I’d always laugh it off and say something like “I still take my coffee the same way.” This was my indirect way of insisting that no, our wealth had not changed me, not one bit. And to that same end I resisted adopting the mannerisms and appearance of a rich woman.

My humility had become a point of pride, so much so that I’d nearly built my entire (new) identity on the fact that we were wealthy but you wouldn’t know it by looking at me. Oh, how selfrighteous I had been about remaining “down- to-earth” despite
the meteoric rise of our finances—and how hypocritical: Now I knew that it was easy to act like you don’t care about money when you have loads of it.

If you are looking for some fun-reading, with some insight on how the richest families in the social circle function, you can read this book.

P.S:- This book doesn't have a wiki page yet.

P.P.S:- I just by chance checked up the author.. Man.. she's gorgeous..!!!!

P.P.P.S:- O.K.. I agree.. this one's a late reading.. but I need to have some light reading in between...

Sunday, February 28, 2010 by Hari
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