If you have a job, it probably feels shaky. If you have a 401k, you can’t bear to open the statements. If you bought a house in the last five years, you feel like a sucker unless you were the winning bidder at a foreclosure auction.

It’s cold comfort to know that the financial crash upended everyone-callused Maine lobstermen, French-manicured San Diego real estate brokers, Rolex-wearing Greenwich hedge-fund managers.