The Tragic Death of Corporate Man
isn’t just for those seeking financial knowledge and vast wealth. The genius of this book is that it can be
enjoyed on a level of pure entertainment.
Take this teenage grandmother for instance. She realized her fortune years ago, long
before tales of Corporate Man reshaped the business world. Her wealth exists due to the accidental
alignment of specific events involving a careless marine biologist, stem cells,
a DNA sequencer, a wikipedia entry about cloning, three separate drugs peaking
simultaneously in four scientific minds, the recent loss of a dear cat friend, and
a VHS of Jurassic park shelved next to a copy of Jaws.
It was teenage grandma who had
the vision. It was she who felt the
feline absence when she sat down. And so
the cuddly Lap Shark was born. Well…
created anyway. Of course fortune and
the fleeting fame of any fad soon followed and teenage grandma never had to
work again. These days she likes to kick
back, relax into the pages of The Tragic Death of Corporate Man, and gently
stroke her carcharodon carcharias minituras.