スノーボール(上)(下) ウォーレン・バフェット伝 - アリス・シュローダー

言わずと知れた著名な投資家ウォーレン・バフェット氏初の伝記『スノー・ボール』。
11月19日(木)、ついに日本語訳が出版される。

スノーボール (上) ウォーレン・バフェット伝

第１部　バブル

第１章　格好悪いほうの話
第２章　サン・バレー
第３章　習慣の生き物
第４章　ウォーレン、どうしたんだ？

第２部　内なるスコアカード

第５章　説教癖
第６章　バスタブ障害物競走
第７章　休戦記念日
第８章　一〇〇〇の方法
第９章　インクに染まった指
第１０章　犯罪実話
第１１章　彼女はずんぐり【パッジイ】じゃない。
第１２章　サイレント・セールス
第１３章　競馬場の原則【ルール】
第１４章　象
第１５章　面接
第１６章　ワン・ストライク
第１７章　エベレスト山
第１８章　ミス・ネブラスカ
第１９章　舞台負け

第３部　競馬場【レーストラック】　

第２０章　グレアム‐ニューマン
第２１章　どちらの側に立つか
第２２章　隠れた輝き
第２３章〈オマハ・クラブ〉
第２４章　機関車
第２５章　風車戦争
第２６章　黄金の山
第２７章　愚挙
第２８章　乾いた火口
第２９章　梳毛とはなにか
第３０章　ジェット・ジャック
第３１章　絞首台が未来を揺らす
第３２章　楽で、安全で、儲かって、楽しい物事
第３３章　店じまい

第４部　歌うスージー

第３４章　キャンディー・ハリー
第３５章《オマハ・サン》
第３６章　二匹の濡れネズミ
第３７章　ブン屋
第３８章　マカロニ・ウエスタン
第３９章　巨人
第４０章　公立図書館を運営しない方法

索引

スノーボール (下) ウォーレン・バフェット伝

第４１章　さあ、それで？
第４２章　ブルー・リボン

第５部　ウォールストリートの王様

第４３章　ファラオ
第４４章　ローズ
第４５章　レッカー車を呼んで来い
第４６章　ルビコン川
第４７章　白夜
第４８章　親指しゃぶりで頬がこける
第４９章　怒れる神々
第５０章　宝くじ
第５１章　クマなんかどうでもいい
第５２章　家禽の飼料【チキンフィード】

第６部　預り証

第５３章　精霊【ジン】
第５４章　セミコロン
第５５章　最後のケイ・パーティ
第５６章　金持ちによる、金持ちのための
第５７章　偉大な助言者
第５８章　押しまくられて【バフェッテッド】
第５９章　冬
第６０章　フローズン・コーク
第６１章　第七の炎
第６２章　預り証【クレームチェック】

その後
訳者あとがき
索引

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It is the winter of Warren's ninth year. Outside in the yard, he and his little sister, Bertie, are playing in the snow.
　　Warren is catching snowflakes, One at a time at first. Then he is scooping them up by handfuls. He starts to pack them into a ball. Slowly it begins to roll. He gives it a push, and it picks up more snow. He pushes the snowball across the lawn, piling snow on snow. Soon he reaches the edge of the yard. After a moment of hesitation, he heads off, rolling the snowball through the neighborhood.
　　And from there, Warren continues onward, casting his eye on a whole world full of snow.

PART ONE

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The Bubble

1

The Less Flattering Version

Omaha, June 2003

Warren Buffett rocks back in his chair, long legs crossed at the knee behind his father Howard's plain wooden desk. His expensive Zegna suit jacket bunches around his shoulders like an untailored version bought off the rack. The jacket stays on all day, every day, no matter how casually the other fifteen employees at Berkshire Hathaway headquarters are dressed. His predictable white shirt sits low on the neck, its undersize collar bulging away from his tie, looking left over from his days as a young businessman, as if he had forgotten to check his neck size for the last forty years.
　　His hands lace behind his head through strands of whitening hair. One particularly large and messy finger-combed chunk takes off over his skull like a ski jump, lofting upward at the knoll of his right ear. His shaggy right eyebrow wanders toward it above the tortoiseshell glasses. At various times this eyebrow gives him a skeptical, knowing, or beguiling look. Right now he wears a subtle smile, which lends the wayward eyebrow a captivating air. Nonetheless, his pale-blue eyes are focused and intent.
　　He sits surrounded by icons and mementos of fifty years. In the hallways outside his office, Nebraska Cornhuskers football photographs, his paycheck from an appearance on a soap opera, the offer letter (never accepted) to buy a hedge fund called Long-Term Capital Management, and Coca-Cola memorabilia everywhere. On the coffee table inside the office, a classic Coca-Cola bottle. A baseball glove encased in Lucite. Over the sofa, a certificate that he completed Dale Carnegie's public-speaking course in January 1952. The Wells Fargo stagecoach, westbound atop a bookcase. A Pulitzer Prize, won in 1973 by the Sun Newspapers of Omaha, which his investment partnership owned. Scattered about the room are books and newspapers. Photographs of his family and friends cover the credenza and a side table, and sit under the hutch beside his desk in place of a computer. A large portrait of his father hangs above Buffett's head on the wall behind his desk. It faces every visitor who enters the room.
　　Although a late-spring Omaha morning beckons outside the windows, the brown wooden shutters are closed to block the view. The television beaming toward his desk is tuned to CNBC. The sound is muted, but the crawl at the bottom of the screen feeds him news all day long. Over the years, to his pleasure, the news has often been about him.
　　Only a few people, however, actually know him well. I have been acquainted with him for six years, originally as a financial analyst covering Berkshire Hathaway stock. Over time our relationship has turned friendly, and now I will get to know him better still. We are sitting in Warren's office because he is not going to write a book. The unruly eyebrows punctuate his words as he says repeatedly, "You'll do a better job than I would, Alice. I'm glad you're writing this book, not me." Why he would say that is something that will eventually become clear. In the meantime, we start with the matter closest to his heart.
　　"Where did it come from, Warren? Caring so much about making money?"
　　His eyes go distant for a few seconds, thoughts traveling inward: flip flip flip through the mental files. Warren begins to tell his story: "Balzac said that behind every great fortune lies a crime. [1] That's not true at Berkshire."
　　He leaps out of his chair to bring home the thought, crossing the room in a couple of strides. Landing on a mustardy-gold brocade armchair, he leans forward, more like a teenager bragging about his first romance than a seventy-two-year-old financier. How to interpret the story, who else to interview, what to write: The book is up to me. He talks at length about human nature and memory's frailty, then says, "Whenever my version is different from somebody else's, Alice, use the less flattering version."
　　Among the many lessons, some of the best come simply from observing him. Here is the first: Humility disarms.
　　In the end, there won't be too many reasons to choose the less flattering version – but when I do, human nature, not memory's frailty, is usually why. One of those occasions happened at Sun Valley in 1999.

The Snowball: Warren Buffett and the Business of Life

Contents

• PART ONE / The Bubble
  • 1: The Less Flattering Version
  • 2: Sun Valley
  • 3: Creatures of Habit
  • 4: Warren, What's Wrong?
• PART TWO / The Inner Scorecard
  • 5: The Urge to Preach
  • 6: The Bathtub Steeplechase
  • 7: Armistice Day
  • 8: A Thousand Ways
  • 9: Inky Fingers
  • 10: True Crime Stories
  • 11: Pudgy She Was Not
  • 12: Silent Sales
  • 13: The Rules of the Racetrack
  • 14: The Elephant
  • 15: The Interview
  • 16: Strike One
  • 17: Mount Everest
  • 18: Miss Nebraska
  • 19: Stage Fright
• PART THREE / The Racetrack
  • 20: Graham-Newman
  • 21: The Side to Play
  • 22: Hidden Splendor
  • 23: The Omaha Club
  • 24: The Locomotive
  • 25: The Windmill War
  • 26: Haystacks of Gold
  • 27: Folly
  • 28: Dry Tinder
  • 29: What a Worsted Is
  • 30: Jet Jack
  • 31: The Scaffold Sways the Future
  • 32: Easy, Safe, Profitable, and Pleasant
  • 33: The Unwinding
• PART FOUR / Susie Sings
  • 34: Candy Harry
  • 35: The Sun
  • 36: Two Drowned Rats
  • 37: Newshound
  • 38: Spaghetti Western
  • 39: The Giant
  • 40: How Not to Run a Public Library
  • 41: And Then What?
  • 42: Blue Ribbon
• PART FIVE / The King of Wall Street
  • 43: Pharaoh
  • 44: Rose
  • 45: Call the Tow Truck
  • 46: Rubicon
  • 47: White Nights
  • 48: Thumb-Sucking, and Its Hollow-Cheeked Result
  • 49: The Angry Gods
  • 50: The Lottery
  • 51: To Hell with the Bear
  • 52: Chickenfeed
• PART SIX / Claim Checks
  • 53: The Genie
  • 54: Semicolon
  • 55: The Last Kay Party
  • 56: By the Rich, for the Rich
  • 57: Oracle
  • 58: Buffetted
  • 59: Winter
  • 60: Frozen Coke
  • 61: The Seventh Fire
  • 62: Claim Checks
  • Afterword

• Notes
• A Personal Note About Research
• Photo Credits and Permissions
• Acknowledgments
• Index 937

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