The structure of this novel is clever. There is an opening short, disturbing biography that we learn might be more romans á clef and libelous, then an incomplete attempt at a "corrective" autobiography, then the memoir of the woman who ghostwrote the autobiography, then the found contents of the journal of the principal character. There is a final revelation. I expected Citizen Kane and got a simpler twist. It's hard for me to see exactly why, but the whole novel didn't move me much. It might be that the financier's self-deceptive philosophy is so transparent, and that his wife, who becomes somewhat clearer to us as the novel progresses, never seems like a real person.