Arbitragedy: A Hedge-Fund Poet’s Bittersweet Ballad
Recently, I met a man at a bar who asked me what I did. Not in the mood to split hairs over whether he meant “money” work or inner calling, I answered, apparently slurring heavily: “I work at a hedge fund.
“Really? Wow, that sounds so interesting!” he said, and winked. “I mean, that sounds Read More
