Life

Moritz MĂŒller-Presißer

The curmudgeon of St Moritz

While aristocrats and billionaires fight over the $10,000 hotel rooms of St Moritz, says Elena Clavarino in Air Mail, a five-storey cement house smack in the centre of town stands gloriously unkempt. Two large cracks are visible on the chipping façade and huge iron beams have been erected by town officials to stop it falling down. With prices locally hovering around $25,000 to $35,000 per square foot, the property is estimated to be worth around $34m. Tourists take endless photographs, unable to believe it exists. But locals know it to be the home of 89-year-old Adolf Haeberli: “the curmudgeon of St Moritz”.

In the 1950s, Haeberli’s mother owned the local beauty salon, which catered to some of the town’s first glamorous residents. The following decade the local authorities built a car park that damaged the building’s foundations, and offered a payout. But Haeberli refused, demanding more money, and the two sides have been locked in a legal feud ever since. His open letters – clacked out on an ancient typewriter then copied at the local police station and distributed to residents, often addressed to “all community morons” – have become legendary. They are sometimes signed “Santa Claus” in reference to his 10-inch white beard, which he likes to pair with military garb or a Muslim dishdasha. He stops in at the Palace Hotel most days to read their free newspapers; dinner parties are frequently thrown in his honour (“he loves the glitz and glamour”, says a filmmaker who followed him around for a documentary). The mayor is a close personal friend. And he shoots, says a local policeman. “So when he carries his rifle around town, we get a lot of calls.”

đŸ›·đŸ§š Haeberli is the only honorary life member of the Cresta sports club, where John F Kennedy and Errol Flynn, among others, hurled themselves headfirst down an icy toboggan run. At the Kulm Hotel’s Sunny Bar – the place for bull shots and rösti after races – a wooden frame in the entrance displays a large chunk of Haeberli’s beard, cut off in a bet. To mark the end of the ski season, the late-octogenarian propels himself down the Cresta circuit wearing a bodysuit filled with fireworks, and lights them as he passes Shuttlecock, the most lethal bend.

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Rutger Bregman: does he know his history? Simone Padovani/Awakening/Getty

The moral blindness of George Bernard Shaw

This year’s BBC Reith Lecturer is the Dutch historian Rutger Bregman, who is trying to ignite what he calls a “moral revolution in the West”. For the corporation to choose a Dutchman, says Lawrence Goldman in The Spectator, when there’s no shortage of historians at British universities who would be all too happy to lecture us, is bad enough. What’s more troubling is that Bregman doesn’t seem to know his history. In his third lecture, released before Christmas, he compares the Fabian Society – the posh, 19th-century socialist think tank in London – with the neoliberal movement that emerged after World War Two. The former, of course, are “goodies”, and the latter “baddies”. So far, so BBC.

This analysis is not only moronically over-simplified, it also ignores certain inconvenient facts about the Fabians. Bregman mentions by name the members George Bernard Shaw and HG Wells, without noting that they were “enthusiastic eugenicists”, who would by their own admission not merely have limited the family size of those they deemed “degenerate” but sent them to their deaths. And what about the 1935 visit by founding Fabians Sidney and Beatrice Webb to Stalin’s Russia at a time of mass starvation and purges? They returned and published that “classic of political and moral blindness”, Soviet Communism. A New Civilisation. Bregman also appears not to understand that what these people wanted was to take control of the state and “dragoon everyone into the ideal socialist society of the future”. Morality and consent had nothing to do with it: people would be reformed “whether they liked it or not”, by policies and structures the Webbs thought good for them, “all in the name of socialist efficiency”. Bregman calls the Fabians a “conspiracy of decency”. Pull the other one.

Life

Portrait of Benjamin Franklin by David Martin (1767)

Benjamin Franklin, one of the Founding Fathers of the US, never missed an opportunity to experiment, says Ferdinand Mount in the London Review of Books. As a boy, after teaching himself to swim from a book, he devised flippers for his feet and paddles for his hands. He used a home-made kite to “irrefutably” show the connection between lightning and electricity. At a rally held by one of the founders of Methodism, George Whitefield, in Philadelphia, Franklin didn’t try to get closer to the action – he walked away, to the limit of Whitfield’s voice, to calculate how many people could hear him and therefore how many troops a Roman general could have addressed (25,000, he reckoned). Franklin’s biographers tend to portray these and other scientific endeavours as hobbies – as “diversions from his statesmanship”. But that’s balls. The great scientists of the time hailed both his discoveries and his methods. And as Franklin himself said, he would rather talk science with “philosophical friends” than chat politics with “all the grandees of the earth”.

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On the money

Epstein in 2004: a “prodigious manipulator and liar”. Rick Friedman/Corbis/Getty

How Jeffrey Epstein really got rich

Many assume there is a dark secret behind Jeffrey Epstein’s riches, says The New York Times – blackmailing powerful men with proof of their sexual deviance, say, perhaps on behalf of a foreign government. The truth is simpler: he stole it. In 1976, Epstein was a bushy-haired 23-year-old teaching maths and physics at the elite Dalton school in Manhattan. One of the dads asked if he had considered a job on Wall Street and introduced him to a top executive at Bear Stearns. The investment bank made a point of dodging preppy Ivy Leaguers, preferring PSDs – those who were “poor, smart and had a deep desire to become rich”. Epstein, who had grown up with very little in Coney Island, fitted the bill and was hired.

An early romance with the boss’s daughter granted him “protected status” at the bank, which helped when he was found to have lied about having a degree. Confronted, he simply brazened it out, arguing calmly that if he hadn’t lied, nobody would have given him a chance. It was brushed under the carpet. This became a “lifelong pattern” – an uncanny ability to defy punishment by staying close to those in power. Epstein was less a financial genius than a “prodigious manipulator and liar”. When his constant abuse of expense accounts finally led to an investigation at Bear Stearns, he left, and began managing the fortunes of billionaires including the retail tycoon Leslie Wexner and the private equity giant Leon Black. His method was simple: convince the principal that their finances were a mess, that their existing entourage were liars and cheats, and that only he could fix the problem. Then he helped himself.

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