Liar's Poker: Rising Through the Wreckage of Wall Street.
Lewis sidles up to a veteran bond trader and tries to act inconspicuous. Quickly, however, he is spotted. A short colloquy ensues, which Lewis recounts:
Trader: What fucking rock did you crawl out from under?...
Me (reddening): I just wanted to ask you a few questions.
Trader: What the fuck do you think this is, a charity? I'm busy.
Me: Can I help in any way?
Trader: Get me a burger. With ketchup.
It is deeply, weirdly appropriate that Lewis's delicious memoir of his short, three-year stint at Salomon Brothers is published now, just as the sun is setting on the eighties. The eighties were, as much as any single thing, the age of investment banking. Investment bankers set the tone for the kind of pointless paper shuffling that became the decade's excuse for business activity; they had the kind of cachet that caused business school graduates to kill for entry-level positions; they became the stars of the business magazines, photographed in soft focus, and generally portrayed as icons of the culture, not to mention New York society. They even justified their own unconscionable fees (and bonuses) as a kind of ultimate vindication of their work: If the market paid them so well, then by God, they must be doing something socially useful. (Though God forbid you should ever ask them exactly what that might be.)
And now (heh, heh, heh) just as the decade is about to end, it's all falling apart. Junk-bond LBOs are defaulting, deals are going sour, Wall Street is finding profits rather more difficult to come by. Salomon Brothers, in a lovely, ignominious turn, was "put into play" by everyone's favorite nouveau cad, Revlon CEO Ronald Perelman. The crash notwithstanding, this has all happened with scarcely the hint of a recession on the horizon. Lewis's book offers as useful an explanation of why Wall Street is getting its deserved comeuppance as anything you are every likely to read.
The crucial point of Lewis's book, to my mind, is that no matter how bad you thought the investment banking culture was, it turns out to have been much, much worse. The last book to make this point was Ken Auletta's Greed and Glory on Wall Street, but Auletta's characters look like candidates for canonization compared to Lewis's. And Lewis is writing from the inside! Here he is, for instance, on status at Salomon Brothers:
"A new employee, once he reached the trading floor, was handed a pair of telephones. He went on line almost immediately. If he could make millions of dollars come out of those phones, he became the most revered of all species: A Big Swinging Dick. After the sale of a big block of bonds and the deposit of a few hundred thousand dollars into the Salomon till, a managing director called whoever was responsible to confirm his identity: 'Hey you Big Swinging Dick, way to be.'"
Here is Lewis on the relationship between Salomon Brothers and its customers:
"I had made the mistake of trusting a Salomon Brothers trader. He had drawn on the pooled ignorance of myself and my first customer to unload one of his mistakes. He had saved himself, and our firm, $60,000. I was at once furious and disillusioned. But that didn't solve the problem. . . . Bellyaching would. . . make me look a fool, as if I had actually thought the customer was going to make money on the [bonds]. How could anyone be so stupid as to trust a trader? The best thing I could do was pretend to others at Salomon that I meant to screw the customer. People would respect that. That was called 'jamming.' I had just jammed bonds, albeit unknowingly, for the first time."
On the way Salomon employees felt screwed at bonus time, no matter how much they were making:
"While [Lewis's boss] was explaining that I was paid more than anyone else in my training class. . . I was converting $90,000 into British pounds and putting them into perspective. It was certainly more than I was worth in the abstract. It was more than I had contributed to society; Christ, if social contribution had been the measure, I should have been billed rather than paid at the end of the year. . . . It was more than anyone else my age I knew made. Ha! I was rich. I loved my employer. My employer loved me. I was happy. Then the meeting ended.
"And I thought again. When I had a moment to reflect, I decided I wasn't so pleased. Weird, huh? This was Salomon Brothers, remember. These were the same people who had me blowing up customers with exploding AT&T bonds. They were perfectly capable of turning the same firepower on me as they used on my customers. . . . I decided, in the end, I had been taken for a ride. . . . By the standards of our monopoly money business, 90 grand was like being on welfare. I felt cheated, genuinely indignant."
And so on. As should be clear from the above, Lewis always managed to maintain at all times an admirable degree of detachment from the culture he was mired in, not an easy task when you're 25 years old and on top of the world, jamming bonds for fun and profit. Lewis says he quit because finally, "I lost the need to make huge sums of money." ("The funny thing is," he adds, "that I was largely unaware how heavily influenced I was by the money belief until it had vanished.")
My own guess, however, is that he is being slightly disingenuous here; his ability to remain detached suggests to me that the possibility of writing about his adventures on Wall Street was always in the back of his mind. As a writer, Lewis is the real thing, as he surely must have known even as he was selling bonds with a vengeance. Not to begrudge the man his achievement, which is considerable. It is rare indeed that a writer with his flair for both the telling anecdote and "the big picture" is able to infiltrate a place like Salomon Brothers, if infiltration is, in fact, the right word. And rarer still that such a work is published at a moment like this: when the world is beginning to have its doubts about the worth of investment banking, but when the worm has not yet completely turned. Liar's Poker might be just the thing that turns the worm.
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|Date:||Nov 1, 1989|
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