A book from the 1950s about a private equity millionaire playboy named Cash McCall. The story is interesting, though very predictable. This book reeks of 1950s social norms. There are only really two female characters in the book, and both of them are one-dimensional love interests of Cash. I enjoyed some of the philosophical musings about western society's taboo against making money even though that is what everyone did, but that was dampened by the boringness of the book.
To be honest, it was boring because it was 50-100 pages too long. Hawley added too much description between events. He used speech tags that were almost painful, with things like: "I hate you," he said angrily, frowning. Like we get it, you don't have to mention that he said it angrily. Duh.