EVERY era needs an emblematic tycoon, and for the age of the Great Recession, you couldn't do better than Peter M. Brant. Never a figure of national renown, Mr. Brant has for years loomed large in that slender niche of American culture where vast wealth meets good taste and winter tans. In Savile Row suits and with plenty of alpha-male style, he spent the last decade quietly expanding his newsprint manufacturing empire, borrowing hundreds of millions of dollars and gobbling up mills until his company, White Birch, was the second-largest player in North America. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]