Money cannot buy happiness, but it can come oh so close.— If you were Texas multi-billionaire Buford Gudge, money could buy you sweet revenge that would blow the entire financial world apart.— If you were trampish, ex-cheerleader wife Caryn, money could make your greediest vulgarian dreams of social prestige and sexual pleasuring come true.— If you were New York art dealer Nicholas Reverey, money could put the world's greatest paintings and the city's most glamorous gossip columnist into your loving hands.--If you were anyone who was anyone in the worlds of high finance, high culture, and high living, money was the key that opened the doors of heaven--and hell...
I found this book in my mom's old things back in grade school. She didn't care for the book too much, but I started reading it anyway. I hated it. Then I tried coming back to it in middle school, skipping ahead to get the gist of the book. I still hated it. By high school, I gave up on the book altogether, and I think I gave it away to someone. There are some times when you have to just let things go, and I did. Bottom line, there was a lot of potential here for an interesting story, but it got bogged down by unnecessary information. History and expository passages are great when used properly, but a detriment when they pop up every five pages. And keep in mind that this is a LONG book. The most fascinating character in the book was Buford Gudge's (his name is burned into my literary memory and my compendium of odd tidbits) half-sister. I felt like she got a bad break from beginning to end, and that she was not viewed with enough sympathy, either by Gudge, the other characters, or even the author. I may try and come back to it later, but I highly doubt that I will.