“It amazes me, simply amazes me, that journalists aren’t all over these stories. Doesn’t it amaze you too?”
I’m in a plush, amply-upholstered room in a swanky central London hotel, in conversation with Michael Lewis. He is agitated, despite the comfortable surroundings, fired-up and sitting forward on the hard edge of a cushion-strewn sofa. Eyes blazing and with furrowed brow, Lewis oozes incredulity, palms upward, his shoulders raised.