Reputedly the prototype for the film Boiler Room, Stratton Oakmont turned microcap investing into a wickedly lucrative game as Belfort’s hyped-up, coked-out brokers browbeat clients into stock buys that were guaranteed to earn obscene profits-for the house. Now, in this astounding and hilarious tell-all autobiography, Belfort narrates a story of greed, power, and excess no one could invent. In the 1990s Jordan Belfort, former kingpin of the notorious investment firm Stratton Oakmont, became one of the most infamous names in American finance: a brilliant, conniving stock-chopper who led his merry mob on a wild ride out of the canyons of Wall Street and into a massive office on Long Island. From the binge that sank a 170-foot motor yacht, crashed a Gulfstream jet, and ran up a $700,000 hotel tab, to the wife and kids who waited for him at home, and the fast-talking, hard-partying young stockbrokers who called him king and did his bidding, here, in his own inimitable words, is the story of the ill-fated genius they called. By night he spent it as fast as he could, on drugs, sex, and international globe-trotting. Now a major motion picture directed by Martin Scorsese and starring Leonardo DiCaprioīy day he made thousands of dollars a minute. “Entertaining as pulp fiction, real as a federal indictment. Belfort has the Midas touch.” - The Sunday Times (London) “A cross between Tom Wolfe’s The Bonfire of the Vanities and Scorsese’s GoodFellas. proof that there are indeed second acts in American lives.” - Forbes “A rollicking tale of rise to riches as head of the infamous boiler room Stratton Oakmont. “Raw and frequently hilarious.” - The New York Times 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. 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. 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.
By night he spent it as fast as he could.