So I picked up The Informant by Kurt Eichenwald over the weekend. (So I was attracted by the funny movie-poster-slash-cover. Or I would’ve probably never picked it up!)
It’s now a movie starring Matt Damon, whom I find hilarious and endearing when he plays smart but bumbling characters (a la Ocean’s 12, 13, and now The Informant).
So far, I’m 50 pages deep and it’s actually got me reading fervently during my morning bus commutes, usually strictly reserved for daydreaming or sleeping.
Seems I’m in the mood for some mid-1990’s American corporate espionage, for some reason.