The Accidental Billionaires
The Founding of Facebook. A Tale of Sex, Money, Genius AND Betrayal
(Sprache: Englisch)
The Accidental Billionaires is a fast-paced, inside look at a story of fortune gained and innocence lost, and how a company that was created to bring people together ultimately tore two friends apart.
In 2003, Eduardo Saverin and Mark Zuckerberg were...
In 2003, Eduardo Saverin and Mark Zuckerberg were...
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The Accidental Billionaires is a fast-paced, inside look at a story of fortune gained and innocence lost, and how a company that was created to bring people together ultimately tore two friends apart.
In 2003, Eduardo Saverin and Mark Zuckerberg were Harvard undergrads and best friends looking for a way to stand out among the university's elite and competitive student body. Then one lonely night, Zuckerberg hacked into the campus computer system to pull off a prank that crashed Harvard's network. This stunt almost got him expelled, but it also inspired Zuckerberg to create Facebook, the social networking site that has revolutionized how people around the world communicate. With Saverin's funding their small start-up quickly went from their college dorm room to Silicon Valley. But different ideas about Facebook's future tested Zuckerberg and Saverin's relationship, which then spiraled into out-and-out warfare. Soon, the collegiate exuberance that marked their collaboration fell prey to the adult world of venture capitalists, lawyers, and big money.
In 2003, Eduardo Saverin and Mark Zuckerberg were Harvard undergrads and best friends looking for a way to stand out among the university's elite and competitive student body. Then one lonely night, Zuckerberg hacked into the campus computer system to pull off a prank that crashed Harvard's network. This stunt almost got him expelled, but it also inspired Zuckerberg to create Facebook, the social networking site that has revolutionized how people around the world communicate. With Saverin's funding their small start-up quickly went from their college dorm room to Silicon Valley. But different ideas about Facebook's future tested Zuckerberg and Saverin's relationship, which then spiraled into out-and-out warfare. Soon, the collegiate exuberance that marked their collaboration fell prey to the adult world of venture capitalists, lawyers, and big money.
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NATIONAL BESTSELLER "The Social Network, the much anticipated movie…adapted from Ben Mezrich's book The Accidental Billionaires." -The New York Times Best friends Eduardo Saverin and Mark Zuckerberg had spent many lonely nights looking for a way to stand out among Harvard University's elite, competitive, and accomplished student body. Then, in 2003, Zuckerberg hacked into Harvard's computers, crashed the campus network, almost got himself expelled, and was inspired to create Facebook, the social networking site that has since revolutionized communication around the world. With Saverin's funding their tiny start-up went from dorm room to Silicon Valley. But conflicting ideas about Facebook's future transformed the friends into enemies. Soon, the undergraduate exuberance that marked their collaboration turned into out-and-out warfare as it fell prey to the adult world of venture capitalists, big money, and lawyers.
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Chapter 1 | October 2003It was probably the third cocktail that did the trick. It was hard for Eduardo to tell for sure, because the three drinks had come in such rapid succession the empty plastic cups were now stacked accordion style on the windowsill behind him that he hadn t been able to gauge for certain when the change had occurred. But there was no denying it now, the evidence was all over him. The pleasantly warm flush to his normally sallow cheeks; the relaxed, almost rubbery way he leaned against the window a stark contrast to his usual calcified, if slightly hunched posture; and most important of all, the easy smile on his face, something he d practiced unsuccessfully in the mirror for two hours before he d left his dorm room that evening. No doubt at all, the alcohol had taken effect, and Eduardo wasn t scared anymore. At the very least, he was no longer overwhelmed with the intense urge to get the fuck out of there.
To be sure, the room in front of him was intimidating: the immense crystal chandelier hanging from the arched, cathedral ceiling; the thick red velvet carpeting that seemed to bleed right out of the regal mahogany walls; the meandering, bifurcated staircase that snaked up toward the storied, ultrasecret, catacombed upper floors. Even the windowpanes behind Eduardo s head seemed treacherous, lit from behind by the flickering anger of a bonfire consuming most of the narrow courtyard outside, twists of flame licking at the ancient, pockmarked glass.
This was a terrifying place, especially for a kid like Eduardo. He hadn t grown up poor he d spent most of his childhood being shuttled between upper-middle-class communities in Brazil and Miami before matriculating at Harvard but he was a complete stranger to the sort of old-world opulence this room represented. Even through the booze, Eduardo could feel the insecurities rumbling deep down in the pit of his stomach. He felt like a freshman all over again, stepping into Harvard Yard for
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the first time, wondering what the hell he was doing there, wondering how he could possibly belong in a place like that. How he could possibly belong in a place like this.
He shifted against the sill, scanning the crowd of young men that filled most of the cavernous room. A mob, really, bunched together around the pair of makeshift bars that had been set up specifically for the event. The bars themselves were fairly shoddy wooden tables that were little more than slabs, starkly out of character in such an austere setting but nobody noticed, because the bars were staffed by the only girls in the room; matching, bust-heavy blondes in low-cut black tops, brought in from one of the local all-female colleges to cater to the mob of young men.
The mob, in many ways, was even more frightening than the building itself. Eduardo couldn t tell for sure, but he guessed there had to be about two hundred of them all male, all dressed in similar dark blazers and equally dark slacks. Sophomores, mostly; a mix of races, but there was something very similar about all the faces the smiles that seemed so much easier than Eduardo s, the confidence in those two hundred pairs of eyes these kids weren t used to having to prove themselves. They belonged. For most of them, this party this place was just a formality.
Eduardo took a deep breath, wincing slightly at the bitter tinge to the air. The ash from the bonfire outside was making its way through the windowpanes, but he didn t move away from his perch against the sill, not yet. He wasn t ready yet.
Instead, he let his attention settle on the group of blazers closest to him four kids of medium build. He didn t recognize any of them from his classes; two of the kids were blond and preppy-looking, like they d just stepped off a train from Connec
He shifted against the sill, scanning the crowd of young men that filled most of the cavernous room. A mob, really, bunched together around the pair of makeshift bars that had been set up specifically for the event. The bars themselves were fairly shoddy wooden tables that were little more than slabs, starkly out of character in such an austere setting but nobody noticed, because the bars were staffed by the only girls in the room; matching, bust-heavy blondes in low-cut black tops, brought in from one of the local all-female colleges to cater to the mob of young men.
The mob, in many ways, was even more frightening than the building itself. Eduardo couldn t tell for sure, but he guessed there had to be about two hundred of them all male, all dressed in similar dark blazers and equally dark slacks. Sophomores, mostly; a mix of races, but there was something very similar about all the faces the smiles that seemed so much easier than Eduardo s, the confidence in those two hundred pairs of eyes these kids weren t used to having to prove themselves. They belonged. For most of them, this party this place was just a formality.
Eduardo took a deep breath, wincing slightly at the bitter tinge to the air. The ash from the bonfire outside was making its way through the windowpanes, but he didn t move away from his perch against the sill, not yet. He wasn t ready yet.
Instead, he let his attention settle on the group of blazers closest to him four kids of medium build. He didn t recognize any of them from his classes; two of the kids were blond and preppy-looking, like they d just stepped off a train from Connec
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Autoren-Porträt von Ben Mezrich
Ben Mezrich
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Ben Mezrich
- 2010, 272 Seiten, Masse: 13,3 x 20,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Anchor Books
- ISBN-10: 0307740986
- ISBN-13: 9780307740984
- Erscheinungsdatum: 25.05.2010
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Uproarious. . . . Stimulating enough to keep even an unmedicated narcoleptic awake. The Washington Times
Mezrich s prose has a cinematic flavor.
The Boston Globe
You won t be able to put the book down. The story s far too compelling, and entirely too personal, to toss aside.
The Oregonian
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