My review, then: the Lehman Trilogy is very inventive theater, well told — and a fascinating capitalists’ history of pre-Civil War Alabama, and King-Cotton — it treated fairly both slavery and post that, the crash of 1929.
But these clever, funny lil’ men lost their way in telling the tale — after about 1960.
It seemed to me (having lived experience with the firm, and having done deals of scale — during the early 2000s) that the Lehman heirs may have likely paid for a puff piece of mythology (in the form of a Broadway show), certainly by the time 2007-08 rolls around. The first century is a tenderly told story of penniless Jewish immigrants, making good in the New World — but just as plainly, it all but ignores how a final century of just forever focusing on “higher interest rate” returns, to the exclusion of all else… was the rot — that crept into the core of Lehman Shearson American Express — and finally… just Lehman Bros.
As is often true, history is determined by the one holding the pen — at the end.
And to my eye, this looks like an attempt to re-write history — in the form of theater.
Ah, well.
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