Entitlement - Alam, Rumaan
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Brooke is thirty-three, resolutely single and slightly adrift. She wants her work and life to have meaning - and she finds it at the Asher and Carol Jaffee Foundation, where she's tasked with assisting an octogenarian billionaire in the noble quest to give away his hard-earned fortune. When Asher Jaffee takes a special interest in Brooke, it's hard for her not to fall under his spell. He's attracted to her intelligence, her willingness to spar with him, her refusal to be deferential. She's intoxicated by the proximity to his money and power - and his apparent willingness to share both with…mehr

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Brooke is thirty-three, resolutely single and slightly adrift. She wants her work and life to have meaning - and she finds it at the Asher and Carol Jaffee Foundation, where she's tasked with assisting an octogenarian billionaire in the noble quest to give away his hard-earned fortune. When Asher Jaffee takes a special interest in Brooke, it's hard for her not to fall under his spell. He's attracted to her intelligence, her willingness to spar with him, her refusal to be deferential. She's intoxicated by the proximity to his money and power - and his apparent willingness to share both with her. Asher offers Brooke a first-hand look at how the one percent truly live and work: above the rest of us in an atmosphere that exists only for them. But before long, being under Asher's wing is not enough, and Brooke finds herself in deep water as she blurs the lines between what belongs to Asher, and what should belong to her. Keenly observed and compulsively disturbing, Entitlement is an engrossing and resonant tale of money, morality and madness, affirming Rumaan Alam as a major literary talent of our time.
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Rumaan Alam
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Alam is scathingly funny ... Entitlement invites comparison to Edith Warton's House of Mirth and Sylvia Plath's Bell Jar ...Books of this calibre transcend personal experience. I barrelled through – propelled by its wit and unshakeable dread – and promptly read it again. Only then could I luxuriate in its tautness. Mundane conversations distil into dazzling singsong and the whole is expertly held together by its narrator's sly interjections. Its stylishness belies discipline, for not a word is wasted. Like New York, it will linger despite its apparently cavalier air