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A farewell to smarm


I have to admit that I wrote this post mostly so I could to link to a Rand Corp. report named with an awful play on a Hemingway book title. Yes, gird yourself, here it comes: For Whom the Whistle Blows. And I truly do not recommend that you plow through the entire report, which is written with all the panache for which Rand prose is famous. No Robert Jordan or his rabbit in the rucksack here.

Still, the report does offer a nice reminder of one good thing that came out of the Obama administration’s reaction to the 2008-09 financial meltdown, which is this:

In July 2010, President Barack Obama signed into law the Dodd-Frank Wall Street Reform and Consumer Protection Act, a lengthy statute that included a new mechanism for offering bounties to internal corporate “whistleblowers” who report instances of fraud to the SEC. Under the statute, such whistleblowers are entitled to an award (or “bounty”) of between 10 and 30 percent of any penalties or fees imposed in amounts greater than $1 million. … Perhaps the single most contentious feature of the new Dodd-Frank whistleblower regime is that the rules do not require that a corporate insider first make use of his or her company’s internal reporting channels as a prerequisite for access to the SEC and any potential award under Dodd-Frank.

Giving insiders a cut of the recovery if they rat out big-time, white-collar crooks is good, smart policy. So I suppose Rand’s focus on the poor, poor corporate leaders who will no longer be able to keep whistleblowers in-house, where they can be tortured and discredited more directly and efficiently than might be possible if they get to the SEC first, might irritate some of you. I just found it humorous, and a good sign that the plutocrats are scared of a law that, if it is to work to keep the investment banking industry from bankrupting the world, needs to be very, very scary to plutocrats.

Oh, about that “farewell” in my headline: I do indeed promise to refrain from Hemingway puns and wordplay. For at least a month.

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Twain Spotting


I suppose it is stating the obvious to say that the modern American novel was birthed along the Mississippi by Mark Twain and then — after some dashes of Stendhal and Tolstoi and the other major Russians were mixed in — brought to successful adulthood by another nobody from what we now consider fly-over country, Ernest Hemingway.  I also suppose the preceding, commonplace assertion will stir foment in the Webosphere among the adherents of Faulkner and Fitzgerald and Bellow and Updike and God knows what other 20th century American writer people will come up with as more seminal to the novel than Hemingway. And that’s fine by me; I have lots of favorite writers. But I do think this essay on the recently released piece of Twain’s “autobiography” in the London Review of Books is remarkably evocative of Twain and the best evaluation/explication of the work I’ve read. In makes one want to head over to the mother of rivers, even or especially during these high-water times, just to watch the water roll by. It also makes one want to dig around in the book boxes to find that copy of Huckleberry Finn and begin one’s seventh or 10th rereading of that masterstroke. During the digging, if one were to see the Nick Adams stories poking up from the stack, one might grab it, too. There is a connection there, as powerful as a river cresting.

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