According to Esquire‘s Scott Raab—whom you may recall controversially reported on the zombie scourge in Newark last year—Mr. Cramer was not unlike young Chas Tenenbaum from Wes Anderson’s 2001 movie The Royal Tenenbaums.
In Jim Cramer: Just as Scared as the Rest of Us, Mr. Raab writes:
As a lad, he kept a ledger book of stocks; now, at the age of fifty-three, he worships on his laptop. Constantly.
(Yes, but did he breed Dalmation Mice?)
Much of Mr. Raab’s story is taken up with the challenge of trying to actually gain access to Mr. Cramer in order to write the story. The writer offers this anecdote about trying to set up his interview with someone he describes as “a man of exquisite sensitivity, not to say paranoia”:
Don’t worry, I assure the executive producer. I’m a huge Cramer fan. Gospel truth. I swear.
She flinches visibly, as though I’d just pulled out a pistol.
‘Please don’t say that,’ she says. ‘Every writer says that. And then they go ahead and rip him to shreds.’