Sorkin’s Warning Highlights Unnerving Similarities

William BernsteinThe views presented here do not necessarily represent those of Advisor Perspectives.

Marine architects do not design ships for clear skies and calm seas. In the same vein, prudent investors design their portfolios — and the broader aspects of their financial life as well — to endure the worst of times. The magic of return compounding does the investor little good if their portfolio doesn’t survive capitalism’s inevitable hurricanes.

It thus pays to know what financial storms — and especially their underlying meteorology — look like. This reviewer has not come across a volume that accomplishes this as well — and as entertainingly — as Andrew Ross Sorkin’s 1929: Inside the Greatest Crash in Wall Street History — and How It Shattered a Nation.

Financial history buffs will inevitably compare Sorkin’s book with John Kenneth Galbraith’s The Great Crash 1929. The two books differ in many ways, not least because Sorkin’s doorstop, nearly three times the size of Galbraith’s slim volume, is far more comprehensive.

Despite the book’s heft, many will put it down only to eat, to sleep, and to avoid driving their spouse towards divorce. If one is to give Galbraith the upper hand, it’s only because almost no one — not even Sorkin — possesses the late Harvard professor’s gift for memorable dictums and turns of phrase, most famously “the bezzle,” the imaginary psychic wealth that accumulates during bubbles and vanishes when they burst.

Nonetheless, Sorkin manages some passages worth remembering: I’ve not seen a more vivid and concise description of investing’s intertemporal nature, which “draws the wealth of tomorrow into the present,” or of 1929’s—and today’s—speculative atmosphere, in which “propelled along by a culture of hot-tips, one-of-a-kind deals, killer sales pitches and irresistible slogans, people lose their ability to calculate risk and distinguish between good ideas and bad ones.” Perhaps I can interest you in a moat or a singularity?

The book’s aforementioned heft derives primarily from its lengthy biographical and anecdotal detours — for example, an eight-page chapter detailing Winston Churchill’s 1929 journey through Canada and the U.S., replete with descriptions of the various sleeping carriages that conveyed him across the continent. Was this detour required for an understanding of that year’s titanic financial events? Of course not, and I suspect that most editors would have left this chapter, along with half the book’s word count, on the cutting room floor. Did this digression enhance its readability? Absolutely.

Similar humorous anecdotes are woven into the text frequently. When informed by Charlie Chaplin at the Hearst castle that his next role was Jesus Christ, Churchill did not miss a beat: “Have you cleared the rights?” Then there’s Calvin Coolidge’s advice to Herbert Hoover on handling supplicants: “If you keep dead still, they will run down in three or four minutes. If you even cough or smile, they will start up all over again.” The book’s narrative-heavy/theory-light structure is no accident; Sorkin credits A Night to Remember, Walter Lord’s rendition of the Titanic sinking, as his inspiration. Nonfiction writers, take note.

And, indeed, the 1929 crash blessed Sorkin with no end of colorful characters: “Sunshine Charley” Mitchell, the hyperactive president of National City Bank; Thomas Lamont, the Morgan Bank’s aristocratic, consummate power broker; William Durant, former GM president and stock manipulator extraordinaire; and Carter Glass, the fire-breathing Virginia senator and arch enemy of the banking industry, to name but a few.

So much for color. The book does fall seriously short on many substantive issues. Among many lacunae, the book divides approximately in half between the crash itself and the Depression: So how exactly did the one lead to the other?