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The fiasco that sank millions of Americans, including one journalist, who thought he knew better.
"As I write in February 2009, I am four months past due on my mortgage and bracing for foreclosure proceedings to begin." Thus begins this cautionary and critical examination of the housing crisis, a story that turned personal when New York Times economics reporter Andrews got caught up in the housing bubble after falling in love with a woman and a house. Bringing in $120,000 a year in salary-most of which went to child support and alimony to his ex-wife, Andrews says he was able to get a "don't ask, don't tell" mortgage with the assumption that his new wife, Patty, would be able to get a job to keep them afloat, an expectation that didn't work out as planned. Because of his economics journalism background, Andrews says he "should have avoided the mortgage catastrophe," and he castigates himself as well as fellow borrowers, the financial industry that took advantage of them and a government that didn't put the brakes on the crisis that many economists warned about but that Alan Greenspan, the Bush administration and others ignored. This deeply personal exposé is timely and sobering in its candor. (June)
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved. More Reviews and RecommendationsEdmund L. Andrews has been a reporter for the New York Times for the past sixteen years. He lives in Silver Spring, Maryland.
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August 26, 2009: This book is a personal bailout in the guise of a memoir of a family's finances.
In a nutshell: middle aged guy ditches wife and three kids for a woman who ditches her husband and four kids to be with him. Convinced that theirs is a love that shines brighter than the world has ever seen, he buys a house he knows he can ill afford because, well, they just want it. He doesn't have the money, and his new wife doesn't want to work, but he deserves it, you see. And, as an economics reporter for The New York Times, he knows exactly how to game the system. Until the system collapses.Edmund Andrews either doesn't have the skill or self-awareness to render himself or his wife in a sympathetic way. He is clearly besotted with her, although, hard as he tries to convince us of it (by telling us over and over again how sexy she is, how much he admires her high fashion sense and her love of fine food), it is exceedingly difficult to understand what he sees in her, or she in him. They both come across in his telling as nasty, self-involved, entitled people.As for the rest of it - the housing crisis, predatory lending, etc. - it's in there, and what there is, is okay. But you can pretty much get that information anywhere.There's a bit more to the story that the author isn't telling that some readers think is material to the story. But you'll have to go elsewhere to find out.Reader Rating:
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July 07, 2009: I got about half the way through and realized, the common thread seems to blame Bush and Greenspan. We all know there is plenty of blame, mainly on the left of the aisle for these shady loans. This, from a guy who should have know what he was doing and did not even know to get a home inspection. Kinda of hard to feel sorry for him especially when he has not taken full responsibilty for his actions.