The slick trader stands at his desk, sleeves rolled up and screaming orders, responding to the moves of a power broker tucked far away in a cathedral-like office atop the Manhattan skyline. A sexy, plucky woman fights the glass ceiling and the powerful men aligned against her. All the while, a big man in a leather easy chair stares at the long ash on his cigar, secretly controlling their every move.
These are the clich¿d images of Wall Street employed in a series of entertaining books by former investment banker Stephen Frey. His latest work,
, joins his 1995 effort
in creating a new genre of mystery novel -- the financial thriller. Quite suddenly that genre is hotter than insider trading: Frey's first two books did more than 150,000 hardcovers and 650,000 paperbacks each, and the new book may do better. Publisher
presents these as "John Grisham meets Wall Street" with "an intimate knowledge of the secret heart of Wall Street," and all too many book reviewers have been happy to ape those comparisons. But those reviewers are right: Books so coldly calculated to sell, sell, sell could
come from Wall Street.
The plots of Frey's novels are reliably far-fetched. Rather than compact mysteries -- the type where
decks the thug and lands the dame -- Frey's plots are all elaborate conspiracies, typically involving crooked senators, Federal Reserve corruption and a cabal of bankers trying to bring down stock exchanges worldwide. The bankers, of course, are short the market.
Notions like selling short, locking in interest rates and abusing power all seem familiar to anyone with an abounding interest in the Street, and that interest is the vein Frey has tapped into. "Everybody is into Wall Street these days," explains Frey, who holds a BA and an MBA from the
University of Virginia
. "Fifty percent of Americans are invested in equities, and what with IRAs and 401(k)s... I figured that if people would buy legal thrillers and high-tech thrillers, they'd certainly buy a lot of financial thrillers."
while working on the Eurodollar trading desk for
in midtown Manhattan four years ago (he had prior stints at
Irving Trust Co.
). "I was coming back from a business trip when I picked up a John Grisham book at the airport," he says. "By the time the plane took off I was hooked. A few hours later, the stewardess came over to tell me that we'd landed and I was the only one left on the plane. When I got into the car waiting for me, the first thing I did was put the light on in the back and kept reading until I got home. I was riveted."
Frey figured that if Grisham could do it, he could too. So he took up writing, putting down 1,000 words a night until he had the first half of
done. A friend of a friend of a friend sent him to Cynthia Manson, an agent with an office across the street from Westdeutche's trading floor. "I was skeptical," says Manson. "I've read a lot of unsolicited manuscripts and this really stood out. But even half of
showed a Grisham-ish feel; a mainstream thriller feel to it."
Historically "Fin Fic" -- as financial fiction is known in the trade -- has been a dog. But Manson thought she might change that with Frey. "I liked the angle of finance," she says. "I think there is a great interest in Wall Street. With
Barbarians at the Gate
, with the Oliver Stone story in
, with the brokers who lost their shirts in '87, the yuppie obsession, I felt like there was a younger group of people who had this kind of interest."
Manson proceeded to shop Frey as "the John Grisham of Wall Street" and eventually found takers on both coasts. Two weeks after Dutton/Penguin signed Frey to a two-book deal, Hollywood agent Mace Neufeld of
-- producer of
Hunt for Red October
-- bought the movie rights to
. (Frey would go on to shamelessly name the hero in
Mace McClain, but nonetheless
Takeover, the movie
Frey is unapologetic about the commercial nature of his prose. Wall Streeters loved his first book (including a plug from
; I was given
New York Stock Exchange
two-dollar broker/mystery addict), but now Frey is striving to appeal to a broader audience. "There's an attempt on my part to back off the hardcore financial stuff to sell more books," says Frey. "If you'd seen the first draft of
, it looked like a textbook until my editor took all that out. It's gotta be financial, but you don't want somebody in Missouri saying, 'Huh?' "
Frey has since quit his day job and lives in Princeton, N.J., with his wife, Lillian, and daughters, Christina, 10, and Ashley, 4. But despite being away from the Street, he clings to a fundamentally market-oriented view of writing. "This country is doing so well because the capital markets are so efficient and there are some darn good people doing it," he says. "And I think that's one of the reasons I'm selling so many books."
Frey doesn't talk about writing -- he talks about sales. He admits that he doesn't read other writers, except Grisham. But Frey preaches the gospel of shareholder value -- and he's the shareholder. "I certainly would love to write
, but I don't know if those kind of books are selling a lot these days," he says. "I'm trying to give people what they want. Commercial fiction. I'm not saying that I write trash. But I want to write what people want to read. If you're not selling books, you're not doing a very good job.
"I have two small children who need to go to college and I'm just like anyone on Wall Street."
Easy Money is a column appearing every other week about life on the Street.
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This story was orginally published August 11, 1997