A graduate of Cornell and the New York University School of Law, he lives with his wife and two sons in Irvington, New York. But she had heard Perkins trashing someone else who had gotten sick on the rolling sea. Some years earlier, on a different yacht that Perkins owned, a friend became queasy. Turkey has a great dynamism. Part art, part science, and part magic, sailing was a way of commerce for thousands of years.
And Perkins was in a hurry. He got to twelve before concluding he ought to start worrying about his own mortality. For his part, Perkins—at sixty-three, no young playboy—was hardly the embodiment of glitz. About the Author: David A. Though Steel and Givenchy were close friends, the count had not met Perkins before.
The guest was Perkins, a venture capitalist who had bankrolled the modern Silicon Valley and made it part of the American imagination. It had been the instrument of global discovery going back to antiquity. But his 1,367-ton square-rigger would be more New Old Thing than mere tribute to the past. Nobody confused the buttoned-down, shipshape orderliness of the New York Yacht Club with the free spirits running a regatta right off the shoals of Saint-Tropez. In the process, he had become fabulously wealthy himself and amassed great power.
The smaller—and slower—boats began their part of the race first. In short, this is a revolutionary machinethe most significant advance in sailing in 150 years. In all sectors, big investments are going on. It was the first October weekend of 1995. Built in 1915, Mariette was deemed one of the masterpieces of Nathanael Greene Herreshoff, the legendary naval architect.
And in 2006 his res. In recent years, Çira˜gan had become a five-star hotel that the government used to entertain heads of state and other dignitaries. His clients were the barons of his day: William Randolph Hearst, J. Kaplan takes us behind the scenes of an extraordinary project and inside the mind of a larger-than-life character. Kaplan is the former legal affairs of Newsweek, where he covered the Court for a decade. It hardly helped that she was suffering from advanced cancer, an illness that had claimed his own wife. The Extraordinary Tale of the World's Greatest Sailboat and the Silicon Valley Tycoon Who Built It As the dominant venture capitalist of Silicon Valley, Tom Perkins had seemingly done it all—from amassing a billion-dollar fortune to getting himself convicted of manslaughter in France.
Along the way, he also managed to get himself convicted of manslaughter in France and become Danielle Steel's Husband No. We discover why any sane man would gamble a sizeable chunk of his net worth on a boat; we meet the cast of engineers who conspired with him; and we learn about the other two monumental yachts just built by gazillionaires that Perkins is ever eyeing. The bridge looks like something out of Star Trek. Kaplan is a senior editor at Newsweek. In the risky business of providing start-up capital to fledgling entrepreneurs—and backing enough big winners to offset all the losers—Perkins performed the alchemy of turning millions into billions. But the Nioulargue was glitz—with its spectacular array of multimillion-dollar period yachts and the gold-diggers and gawkers who wanted to get close to them.
Along the way, he also managed to get himself convicted of manslaughter in France and become Danielle Steel's Husband No. With keen storytelling and biting wit, Newsweek's David A. He wanted people, technology, things, to do what he asked, to be what he expected. Given both advances in materials science and the explosion of dot-com lucre, two other American tycoons were attempting about the same thing. Sailing was beautiful, dangerous, enduring, primordial, noble.
This modern clipper ship is as long as a football field and forty-two feet wide, with three rotating masts, each twenty stories high, and a bridge straight out of Star Trek. The bridge looks like something out of Star Trek. On glossy calendars, she is to yachting what Raquel Welch used to be to bathing suits. He and his family live in Irvington-on-Hudson, New York. Perkins loved that kind of book not just because it was intellectually challenging, but because it ratified his view of things—that there was a transcendent, objective mathematical reality that underlay everything and that it existed regardless of human thought. Gone are all the deckhands to climb the yardarms. This year would be different.
The Falcon was the ultimate prize—a boat nobody else could have conjured up, a fantasy that made him a visionary, a fool, or both. But the two eighteen-hundred-horsepower engines performed flawlessly, the electronics showed only minor hiccups, the experimental sailing rig was still standing, and nothing leaked. Spine creases, wear to binding and pages from reading. In his brief remarks, delivered with a few well-rehearsed Turkish sentences spliced in, Perkins praised the work ethic of the Turks. Is that really how democracy is supposed to work? This modern clipper ship is as long as a football field and forty-two feet wide, with three rotating masts, each twenty stories high, and a bridge straight out of Star Trek. In the land of venture capital, he often said that it was individuals who caused the problems and only rarely the technology.