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. The apprenticeship of Michael M. Bellyaching would. When I had a moment to reflect, I decided I wasn’t so pleased. Then the meeting ended.

“And I thought again. 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. . I was at once furious and disillusioned. Lewis’s book offers as useful an explanation of why Wall Street is getting link m88 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. 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.”). Gale Group is a Thomson Corporation Company.

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Trader: Get me a burger. . Junk-bond LBOs are defaulting, deals are going sour, Wall Street is finding profits rather more difficult to come by. 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. 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. The crash notwithstanding, this has all happened with scarcely the hint of a recession on the horizon. The eighties were, as much as any single thing, the age of investment banking. . 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. All rights reserved. People would respect that. Lewis began early one morning in 1985 when he stepped out onto the gigantic trading floor of one of Wall Street’s most gigantic trading firms, the esteemed, prestigious house of Salomon Brothers. By the standards of our monopoly money business, 90 grand was like being on welfare. Not to begrudge the man his achievement, which is considerable. A short colloquy ensues, which Lewis recounts:

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. He had drawn on the pooled ignorance of myself and my first customer to unload one of his mistakes. And Lewis is writing from the inside! Here he is, for instance, on status at Salomon Brothers:

Trader: What the fuck do you think this is, a charity? I’m busy.

Me: Can I help in any way?

And so on. (Though God forbid you should ever ask them exactly what that might be.)

Me (reddening): I just wanted to ask you a few questions.

“A new employee, once he reached the trading floor, was handed a pair of telephones. . Weird, huh? This was Salomon Brothers, remember. 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. . 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. 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. These were the same people who had me blowing up customers with exploding ATT bonds. If he could make millions of dollars come out of those phones, he became the most revered of all species: A Big Swinging Dick. Michael Lewis. . Liar’s Poker might be just the thing that turns the worm.

On the way Salomon employees felt screwed at bonus time, no matter how much they were making:

Trader: What fucking rock did you crawl out from under?…

Copyright 1989, Gale Group. . . . . Widely considered the finest bond-trading house in the world, Salomon was awash in profits and prestige in 1985, and expanding madly, as was all Wall Street in those days. Lewis, like so many bright young men of the 1980s, was the lucky recipient of the firm’s expansionist dreams: barely 25 years old, he had been hired straight out of the London School of Economics, practically sight unseen. It was more than anyone else my age I knew made. But that didn’t solve the problem. They were perfectly capable of turning the same firepower on me as they used on my customers. Quickly, however, he is spotted. 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. . After a brief training period, he, like the rest of his “class,” was let loose on the trading floor, to begin learning the mysterious craft he had chosen as his profession: the trading of bonds.

Lewis sidles up to a veteran bond trader and tries to act inconspicuous. He had saved himself, and our firm, $60,000. As a writer, Lewis is the real thing, as he surely must have known even as he was selling bonds with a vengeance. . It was certainly more than I was worth in the abstract. Norton, $18.95. With ketchup.

“While [Lewis’s boss] was explaining that I was paid more than anyone else in my training class. . 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.'”

“I had made the mistake of trusting a Salomon Brothers trader. . I felt cheated, genuinely indignant.”

Liar’s Poker: Rising Through the Wreckage of Wall Street Liar’s Poker: Rising Through the Wreckage of Wall Street. He went on line almost immediately. make me look a fool, as if I had actually thought the customer was going to make money on the [bonds]. I loved my employer. I decided, in the end, I had been taken for a ride. Ha! I was rich. I was converting $90,000 into British pounds and putting them into perspective. . My employer loved me. . That was called ‘jamming.’ I had just jammed bonds, albeit unknowingly, for the first time.”

Here is Lewis on the relationship between Salomon Brothers and its customers:

And now (heh, heh, heh) just as the decade is about to end, it’s all falling apart. Salomon Brothers, in a lovely, ignominious turn, was “put into play” by everyone’s favorite nouveau cad, Revlon CEO Ronald Perelman. I was happy

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