Americans love a good con man. Perhaps it is our implicit endorsement of P. T. Barnum’s well-known axiom: “There’s a sucker born every minute.” Perhaps it is our begrudging appreciation for cleverness and intellectual ingenuity, no matter its object. Or perhaps it is our deep-seated respect for the chronic overachiever that has led to our love for these Promethean self-made men whose artful schemes are practiced upon an unsuspecting world—dashing rogues, every one. That love is nowhere more clearly seen... Read more