I know I am going to get flamed for this, or maybe this review will be yanked completely for offending the tender sensibilities of the author, but the truth be told--this is an awful book. That is the truth, and the truth hurts sometimes. So be it.
I have nothing against either the author or the subject of this book. In fact, don't take my word for it, just search through this book as I didn't do before buying it. Then compare it to other books about hedge funds, such as the really great biography of George Soros by Michael Kaufmann. This one is not in that league.
My problem with the book is a bit like the old joke--the food was terrible, and the portions were so small! This book is really skimpy when it comes to detail. You don't get a feel for what it was like to be Julian Robertson, head of this massive fund organization. My other problem is that what there is in the book just isn't very good. It doesn't read well, it is awkward and sloppy. But the thing that put me off the most about this book was its constant flattery of Robertson, which undermined the book's credibility. Also he relies far too much on quotations from magazines as he wraps up the end of the Robertson funds in 2000.
This book was a terrible waste of money. I came away feeling cheated. Really really bad.