Chweneyagae was also a gifted writer and director, co-authoring the internationally acclaimed stage play “Relativity” with Paul Grootboom.
“Make Sure You Die Screaming” is exceptionally well timed for the increasingly strange world we find ourselves in.Carlstrom’s debut has almost everything: comedy, action, adventure, philosophical musings, banter, alcoholism, crimes, weird cult-y things, and even some modicum of closure. And while the ending is abrupt, it’s also comforting, as well as oddly convincing given the sheer absurdity that precedes it.
Megan Greenwell was the editor in chief ofwhen it was acquired in 2019 by a Boston-based private equity firm. After three months of watching her new bosses make what seemed to her to be boneheaded decisions, she quit. Two months later, the staff followed her out the door. Within five years, the once popular online sports magazine known for its irreverent reporting had been sold to an obscure Maltese website.Stunned by what she witnessed, the veteran journalist was determined to get to the bottom of a little understood, lightly regulated industry that owns hospitals, day care centers, supermarket chains, newspapers, commercial and residential real estate, and much more. The big names are
the Carlyle Group, Apollo Global Management, KKR andBut what, she wondered, do they actually do?
The result of her inquiry is “Bad Company: Private Equity and the Death of the American Dream,” a deeply reported, briskly paced and highly disturbing account of how the private equity industry has “reshaped the American economy to serve its own interests, creating a new class of billionaires while stripping ordinary people of their livelihoods, their health care, their homes, and their sense of security.”
Instead of focusing on the macroeconomic level, she tells the story through four remarkable people whose lives were upended after private equity acquisitions. Liz was aThe crossover was every bit as noticeable at the track, too.
Before leaving his home in central Indiana, 32-year-old Austin Pettijohn made sure he came in the proper dress code — checkered flag shorts and an Indiana Pacers jersey.so many others in the colorful, estimated crowd of 350,000 for the largest single-day sporting event in the world.
With more than a dozen planes carrying advertising banners above Indianapolis Motor Speedway and the Goodyear blimp also there, the sounds and smells of the track wafted through an infield full ofthat seemed every bit as popular as the driver T-shirts that typically dot Pagoda Plaza.