There's a moment fairly early in Mr. China--actually, there are many moments, but we'll focus on this one--when it occurs to you that maybe the people who make the big bucks, the Wall Street big swinging whatevers, as well as their dogged assistants, really are different from you and me. It is the summer of 1993, and bankers in the West have woken up to the fact that something, economically speaking, is really happening in China. Tim Clissold, the author and, in this case, the dutiful assistant, is in the midst of a grand tour of China with his new boss,...
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