The Wolf of Wall Street (Movie Tie-in Edition)

The Wolf of Wall Street (Movie Tie-in Edition)

by Jordan Belfort

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Now a major motion picture directed by Martin Scorsese and starring Leonardo DiCaprio
By day he made thousands of dollars a minute. By night he spent it as fast as he could. From the binge that sank a 170-foot motor yacht and ran up a $700,000 hotel tab, to the wife and kids waiting at home and the fast-talking, hard-partying young stockbrokers who called him king, here, in Jordan Belfort’s own words, is the story of the ill-fated genius they called the Wolf of Wall Street. In the 1990s, Belfort became one of the most infamous kingpins in American finance: a brilliant, conniving stock-chopper who led his merry mob on a wild ride out of Wall Street and into a massive office on Long Island. It’s an extraordinary story of greed, power, and excess that no one could invent: the tale of an ordinary guy who went from hustling Italian ices to making hundreds of millions—until it all came crashing down.
Praise for The Wolf of Wall Street

“Raw and frequently hilarious.”The New York Times
“A rollicking tale of [Jordan Belfort’s] rise to riches as head of the infamous boiler room Stratton Oakmont . . . proof that there are indeed second acts in American lives.”Forbes
“A cross between Tom Wolfe’s The Bonfire of the Vanities and Scorsese’s GoodFellas . . . Belfort has the Midas touch.”The Sunday Times (London)
“Entertaining as pulp fiction, real as a federal indictment . . . a hell of a read.”Kirkus Reviews

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345549334
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/26/2013
Edition description: Media Tie
Pages: 528
Sales rank: 1,135,673
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

After graduating from American University, Jordan Belfort worked on Wall Street for ten years. He currently lives in Los Angeles with his two children.

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A Babe in the Woods

May 1, 1987

You’re lower than pond scum,” said my new boss, leading me through the boardroom of LF Rothschild for the first time.

“You got a problem with that, Jordan?”

“No,” I replied, “no problem.”

“Good,” snapped my boss, and he kept right on walking.

We were walking through a maze of brown mahogany desks and black telephone wire on the twenty-third floor of a glass-andaluminum tower that rose up forty-one stories above Manhattan’s fabled Fifth Avenue. The boardroom was a vast space, perhaps fifty by seventy feet. It was an oppressive space, loaded with desks, telephones, computer monitors, and some very obnoxious yuppies, seventy of them in all. They had their suit jackets off, and at this hour of morning–9:20 a.m.–they were leaning back in their seats, reading their Wall Street Journals, and congratulating themselves on being young Masters of the Universe.

Being a Master of the Universe; it seemed like a noble pursuit, and as I walked past the Masters, in my cheap blue suit and clodhopper shoes, I found myself wishing I were one of them. But my new boss was quick to remind me that I wasn’t. “Your job”–he looked at the plastic nametag on my cheap blue lapel–“Jordan Belfort, is a connector, which means you’ll be dialing the phone five hundred times a day, trying to get past secretaries. You’re not trying to sell anything or recommend anything or create anything. You’ re just trying to get business owners on the phone.” He paused for a brief instant, then spewed out more venom. “And when you do get one on the phone, all you’ll say is: ‘Hello, Mr. So and So, I have Scott holding for you,’ and then you pass the phone to me and start dialing again. Think you can handle that, or is that too complicated for you?”

“No, I can handle it,” I said confidently, as a wave of panic overtook me like a killer tsunami. The LF Rothschild training program was six months long. They would be tough months, grueling months, during which I would be at the very mercy of assholes like Scott, the yuppie scumbag who seemed to have bubbled up from the fiery depths of yuppie hell.

Sneaking peaks at him out of the corner of my eye, I came to the quick conclusion that Scott looked like a goldfish. He was bald and pale, and what little hair he did have left was a muddy orange. He was in his early thirties, on the tall side, and he had a narrow skull and pink, puffy lips. He wore a bow tie, which made him look ridiculous. Over his bulging brown eyeballs he wore a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles, which made him look fishy–in the goldfish sense of the word.

“Good,” said the scumbag goldfish. “Now, here are the ground rules: There are no breaks, no personal calls, no sick days, no coming in late, and no loafing off. You get thirty minutes for lunch”–he paused for effect–“and you better be back on time, because there are fifty people waiting to take your desk if you fuck up.” He kept walking and talking as I followed one step behind, mesmerized by the thousands of orange diode stock quotes that came skidding across gray-colored computer monitors. At the front of the room, a wall of plate glass looked out over midtown Manhattan. Up ahead I could see the Empire State Building. It towered above everything, seeming to rise up to the heavens and scrape the sky. It was a sight to behold, a sight worthy of a young Master of the Universe. And, right now, that goal seemed further and further away.

“To tell you the truth,” sputtered Scott, “I don’t think you’re cut out for this job. You look like a kid, and Wall Street’s no place for kids. It’s a place for killers. A place for mercenaries. So in that sense you’re lucky I’m not the one who does the hiring around here.” He let out a few ironic chuckles.

I bit my lip and said nothing. The year was 1987, and yuppie assholes like Scott seemed to rule the world. Wall Street was in the midst of a raging bull market, and freshly minted millionaires were being spit out a dime a dozen. Money was cheap, and a guy named Michael Milken had invented something called “junk bonds,” which had changed the way corporate America went about its business. It was a time of unbridled greed, a time of wanton excess. It was the era of the yuppie.

As we neared his desk, my yuppie nemesis turned to me and said, “I’ll say it again, Jordan: You’re the lowest of the low. You’re not even a cold caller yet; you’re a connector.” Disdain dripped off the very word. “And ’til you pass your Series Seven, connecting will be your entire universe. And that is why you are lower than pond scum. You got a problem with that?”

“Absolutely not,” I replied. “It’s the perfect job for me, because I am lower than pond scum.” I shrugged innocently.

Unlike Scott, I don’t look like a goldfish, which made me feel proud as he stared at me, searching my face for irony. I’m on the short side, though, and at the age of twenty-four I still had the soft boyish features of an adolescent. It was the sort of face that made it difficult for me to get into a bar without getting proofed. I had a full head of light brown hair, smooth olive skin, and a pair of big blue eyes. Not altogether bad-looking.

But, alas, I hadn’t been lying to Scott when I’d told him that I felt lower than pond scum. In point of fact, I did. The problem was that I had just run my first business venture into the ground, and my self-esteem had been run into the ground with it. It had been an ill-conceived venture into the meat and seafood industry, and by the time it was over I had found myself on the ass end of twenty-six truck leases–all of which I’d personally guaranteed, and all of which were now in default. So the banks were after me, as was some belligerent woman from American Express–a bearded, three-hundred-pounder by the sound of her–who was threatening to personally kick my ass if I didn’t pay up. I had considered changing my phone number, but I was so far behind on my phone bill that NYNEX was after me too.

We reached Scott’ s desk and he offered me the seat next to his, along with some kind words of encouragement. “Look at the bright side,” he quipped. “If by some miracle you don’t get fired for laziness, stupidness, insolence, or tardiness, then you migt actually become a stockbroker one day.” He smirked at his own humor. “And just so you know, last year I made over three hundred thousand dollars, and the other guy you’ll be working for made over a million.”

Over a million? I could only imagine what an asshole the other guy was. With a sinking heart, I asked, “Who’s the other guy?”

“Why?” asked my yuppie tormentor. “What’s it to you?”

Sweet Jesus! I thought. Only speak when spoken to, you nincompoop! It was like being in the Marines. In fact, I was getting the distinct impression that this bastard’s favorite movie was An Officer and a Gentleman, and he was playing out a Lou Gossett fantasy on me–pretending he was a drill sergeant in charge of a substandard Marine. But I kept that thought to myself, and all I said was, “Uh, nothing, I was just, uh, curious.”

“His name is Mark Hanna, and you’ll meet him soon enough.”

With that, he handed me a stack of three-by-five index cards, each of them having the name and phone number of a wealthy business owner on it. “Smile and dial,” he instructed, “and don’t pick up your fucking head ’til twelve.” Then he sat down at his own desk, picked up a copy of The Wall Street Journal, and put his black crocodile dress shoes on the desktop and started reading.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
I will begin this review by saying that the story line is very intriguing. With that being said, Belfort may have been better served to cut this book down to about 300 pages instead of the 519 and perhaps have a real author write it. While I do recoginize that he is a great salesman (albeit a scam artist), having to read on every page about how this much cost or how that much costs gets old very quickly. Jordan, we get it, you made ALOT of money. Obscene amounts of money. One can easily ascertain this early on in the book. No need to extend the book by another 200 pages just so that you can drive this point home over, and over, and over. Getting into all the 'business' aspects kept me reading. I will admit that I was impressed with the complexity of his dealings. He truly did have a great mind and used it to his advantage. The one disturbing occurence that continually played out was the fact that he was an absolute horrible husband and father and had the audacity to laugh about it. All in all it was a good read. Despite the unecessary ranting, it was hard to put down. I recommend it but a Pulitzer Prize winner it is not.
ToddR More than 1 year ago
Jordan Belfort takes the reader on an astonishing, wild ride through one of the most outrageous scandals in recent Wall Street history. He reveals the life of international jet-setting glamour, power, and dangerous excess. This is a story of a man who was an almost instant millionaire. Unfortunately for the protagonist, everthing begins to unravel just as quickly, from his business life to his friendships and marriage. Jordan barely survived to tell these stories. Part cautionary tale, part insider exclusive, this memoir is a rather frank examination of power and greed. Some of the detailed excesses are lessons for all readers to take note of.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Let me start by saying, the first line I read in this book was Jordan stating that this is his story "based on his best recollection of the events". Now, anyone that knows anything about this man, knows that he has an ability to talk quick - he's a salesman and it was his job to get this book to sell and get people talking about it, and him again. Someone that stated that he did as many drugs as he says, would NOT remember 3/4 of what he put in this book. That being said, I took it all with a grain of salt and enjoyed it for what it was - bragging and story telling. All in all, it kept my interest as an easy read. It gave you a bit of an inside look into what money and greed can do to people and make them think that they are above it all. I knew going into this book that it was most likely exaggerated, so I didn't take it too seriously. I suppose I could best compare it to one of the most ridiculous tabloid stories you would ever read - just a REALLY long one. He could have cut this book down by a couple hundred pages if he didn't talk about his wife's luscious loins every other paragraph.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As a Sales Assistant at Stratton for 6 years, I really enjoyed Jordan's Book. I couldn't put it down and read it in 2 days. There were some gross exaggerations about the Sales Assistants (not all were young blonde, bosomy, sex fiends who dressed in short skirts or made $100K a year) but for the most part everything else that happened in the board room was true.
ReaderPlusOH More than 1 year ago
Agree with several other reviews. Belfort should have had someone edit this book - better than it was. Several stories left hanging in the air - especially items about other people. Too self-absorbed to see the forest for the trees. A real shame. This book could have been educating rather than profane.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Both the book and the movie were too long. You can only read/see so many sexcapades, drug binges, and illegal business dealings before it all starts to sound the same. Overall though, very interesting. I asked on more than one occasion if people really did live like this. Gave a glimpse of a different world that I will never know.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Please do not waste your time reading this book. I stopped reading it on page 68 because it is a nasty, poorly written book about an owner of a company full of greedy, no nothing pigs. I got wealthy buying and selling stocks and never did business with this type of low life broker. I hope the end of the book finds him actually working for someone else at an hourly wage or he ends up broke. I will never know!!
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JackS12 More than 1 year ago
Amazing that that someone actually lived this life This book revolves around “The Wolf” (Jordan Belfort): An ordinary guy turned manipulative millionaire stockbroker who can take tons upon tons of drugs, spend obscene amounts of money that enable him to do some of the most outrageous things, one of which was the sinking of his 170 foot yacht. He is at the top of his game, having the time of his life, but ultimately his life unravels and comes crashing down. One prevalent theme within this book is his drug abuse, however he uses this addiction and changes it for the better towards the end of the book. This book is very fascinating and makes you want to keep reading. Belfort is very descriptive in his work, but sometimes is a little too descriptive and it is very prolonging to the story. This book is not for every one and it is certainly not for someone who is prude and cant stand countless profanities and sexual content. This book is recommended for someone who is looking for a good read and wants to learn more about the man who succeeded to become “The Wolf of Wall Street” and managed to spend $700,000 on a hotel bill for a few nights. “The Wolf” now has me hooked, so I am going to pick up his sequel: “Catching The Wolf of Wall Street”. 
fishbreath More than 1 year ago
I hope the movie is better than the book. Hunter Thompson wrote about essentially the same thing less the greed, but Thompson was a better writer.
DDriver More than 1 year ago
The Wolf of Wall Street is a very entertaining book. Drugs, drinking, and sex permeate the life of a successful Wall Street up and comer. I am looking forward to the movie, though I don’t know how a movie could do this story justice. It is a great book from start to finish.
sw73 More than 1 year ago
I enjoy reading stories based on peoples lives, this story line was just "wow" so much money and power and crazy lifestyle. I stopped reading it because there was so much cussing, the *f* word especially. I think the story would be much better if the language was toned down a bit.
Guest More than 1 year ago
the book totally downplayed the rold of jordan's partner danny who ran the firm while jordan was wacked out. businesses are run by functioning people, I worked ther for three years and never met jordan but dealt with danny every day. he was the real wolf...........
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I enjoyrd thid book very much While it was of a very serious nature, I laughed out loud duting some sections of the book
Dancing-Man92 More than 1 year ago
I love the wolf!  He is my superhero. The book is great and the writing even better! It is difficult to believe a man of so many talents like him could exist. You probably know about Belfort because the super movie release. We know him as the super grandiose, arrogant man he was portrayed as. Though in the book, there is a very real sense of a troubled man who just made some bad choices. A great read. I recommend to anyone!
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B-2 More than 1 year ago
Sex, drugs, huge money: and a surprisingly boring book. (Didn’t see the movie, can’t compare.) It is written apparently as an insider's autobiography of a Wall Street shark. Great subject, but it turned out just an amateur's essay. If you, like me, are curious about how Wall Street works, this book won’t tell you much of interest. Maybe Wall Street really is nothing more than a bunch of drug addicted scam artists who just sitting there with millions raining on them by foolish millionaire investors( must be a boring place, then). Or maybe the author just not good in explaining things, or intentionally dumbed them down to lowest Hollywood level . If you are looking for an exciting human perspective on the life of The Rich and Messed-Up, this is not a “Great Gatsby”. Reads like written by a nine grade’s C-student: shallow, repetitive, drawn out , and of course every forth word in the entire book has to be a F-bomb. Getting old and boring after the first chapter. I grade books as Buy and Keep ( BK), Read a Library Copy (RLC) and Once-I-Put-It-Down-I-Couldn’t-Pick-It-Up (OIPD-ICPU). This one was a classic OIPD-ICPU.
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