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208 pages, Hardcover
First published April 22, 2008
The Street gives off an incandescent glow fired not simply by wealth but by wealth burnished with a patina of prudential sobriety and social preeminence.
Yet Wall Street also evokes a radically different set of symbolic associations as the center of mad ambition. Fevers, manias, and frenzies race up and down its pavement like hysterics in a lunatic asylum. Life on the Street cycles between irrational ecstasies and depressive panics.
In a culture preoccupied with questions of sin and salvation, Wall Street has served as a protean metaphor. At various times and places, it has stood in for the rich, big business, the “money power,” parvenu greed, financial piracy, high society on parade, moral and sexual prostitution, Jewish or Anglo-Saxon or capitalist conspiracy, Yankee parasitism, the American Century, the land of Aladdin, and a good deal more. Its truths have been multiple and self-contradictory: deviant and legitimate; heroic and villainous; aristocratic and plebian; rational and insane; anarchic and orderly; liberating and oppressive; muscular and unmanly; libidinal and inhibited; corporate and freebooting; patriotic and treasonous; indispensable and profligate.
During the imperial age of J. P. Morgan, opposition fixated on Wall Street’s frightening omnipotence; after the Great Crash of 1929, however, it was instead the Street’s omni-incompetence that made it seem a contemptible as well as a despised and illegitimate aristocratic elite. Indeed, the obloquy that blanketed Wall Street like a funeral shroud consigned it to cultural exile for a long generation, silencing its metaphorical resonance in the public imagination until the age of Reagan. If the aristocrat seemed a noxious import from the Old World, the confidence man was a native son, born and raised within the American grain. He frequented a different Wall Street, a zone of libidinal desire, a seductive underground peopled by