The Economist’s Prospero blog reckons it might have identified the worst ever sentence in a financial book.
It’s a competitive field. Recent years have seen contenders such as this:
Investors rushed into the market like lemmings and got their fingers burned.
Deliciously paradoxically, the Nobel could end up diminishing, not fortifying, the qualifications-blindness and self-enslavement to equations-led dictums that, fifth-columnist style, pave the path for our sacrifice at the altar of misplaced concreteness.
But the outstanding new entrant, which comes from Philip Mirowski’s new book, Never Let a Serious Crisis Go to Waste (which has had some very good reviews, to be fair), gets the nod from Prospero.
At least it’s short:
Yet the nightmare cast its shroud in the guise of a contagion of a deer-in-the-headlights paralysis.
Maybe it’s time for a non-fiction version of the famous Bulwer-Lytton prize.