“The gripping inside story of Ireland’s bankrupt billionaire, Sean Quinn.”
Gripping, it is not. Quinn made his early fortune in the cement industry, and reading this book feels like wading through wet cement.
Although it informs you with a version of the facts, the overall experience is meandering and repetitive.
Dropping out of school at 11 because he wasn’t interested, he ended up inheriting the family’s subsistence-living farm. Realizing it was worth more as a quarry, he began to expand into the cement and then real estate business, creating jobs in the border region between Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland and becoming a local hero in the process. While it’s true that Quinn made an astute businessman who built a formidable international empire and amassed a personal fortune, it is also true that he recklessly over-extended himself and gambled on highly risky stock derivatives, ultimately financially ruining himself and his company.
Fast forward to many bitter years of local protests, vandalism, threats and acts of violence by various local factions, all aimed to preventing the state appointed controllers from attempting to recoup some value on behalf of the rest of the Irish taxpayers who were left to foot the bill of the financial meltdown caused in part by the kind of reckless trading Quinn had engaged in. Quinn, like his admirers, have a remarkable ability to not understand the fact that actual money was owed in great amounts, that Quinn was unable to pay it, that illegal and reckless financial actions had been taken for years at his companies, and that the Irish taxpayer was liable to help sort it out. Instead, Fermanagh natives see Quinn as some sort of victim martyr at war with The Man.
This book could probably have been a single twenty-page biopic article without losing any of the key points.