A book review: "Too Big to Fail" by Andrew Ross Sorkin
I’ve spent most of my working life in the banking industry,
in one way or another. In the late 70s,
pleading poverty as a newly married man earning (even by those times) a
pittance, I moved from a highly respected and now defunct London stockbroker to
the investment banking arm of the world’s (then) biggest bank, based in its
London office. Over the ensuing thirty
odd years, I worked in the dizzy and incredibly profitable world of “casino
banking”, as it’s now dubbed, and without setting the world alight I did ok
financially and mostly enjoyed my life’s work.
It had its ups and downs – two more Wall Street behemoths decided at
different times that they no longer wanted me to darken their doors and
disposed of me like a used tissue: it meant nothing to them as they raked in
their billions but crippled me financially as my mere five figure salary
disappeared overnight to be replaced with UK unemployment benefit. Never particularly generous under any
government in my lifetime, it was barely enough to pay the bills, and it’s fair
to say that now, nearly twenty years further along life’s bumpy road, I’m still
paying off the final bills from those heady days. But I can truly say I have had the last laugh
– neither of those two Wall Street behemoths exist now. Both fell in disgrace, after getting their
fingers caught in the till (figuratively speaking) in major financial scandals
in the late nineties and early noughties.
Which brings me neatly along to “Too Big to Fail”, Andrew Ross Sorkin’s superb book about the
financial crisis of 2007/8, the fall of Lehman Brothers and related events that
still send shock waves through the system and dominate our financial lives to
this day (and no, I never worked for Lehman – but know people who did).
It’s an excellent book.
The subject itself could be very dry and difficult to understand for
anyone who has not worked in the business, but Sorkin brings it all to life
with a writing style that takes it from the financial pages of the FT or WSJ
and into the realm of John Grisham. It
reads like a thriller, and a good one at that, and the intricacies of the deal
making that brought about the crisis and that Wall Street bankers and the US
government then used to desperately try to salvage something from the impending
disaster are laid bare and clear to understand.
The story rattles along at a cracking pace, with all the foul and
abusive language you would expect from people under immense (and often
self-inflicted) pressure laid bare. The
petty jealousies and dislike bordering upon hatred between multi-million dollar
CEOs are vividly portrayed. There are
some nice little vignettes too – like Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson, close to
breaking point, throwing up into a waste bin in House Leader Nancy Pelosi’s
office – that portray a humanity that is often ignored in accounts of those
days.
Few people come out with much credit. For instance, Dick Fuld, Lehman’s combative
CEO, comes across as greedy and barely competent – managing a trading desk
might have been fine for him, but running the massive house of Lehman was
clearly beyond his powers, and his indecision and stubborn insistence that someone
would come to the rescue, and his anger when that failed to materialise and the
axe fell, is impossible to feel any sympathy for. Tim Geithner comes across as overbearing and
unsympathetic, with a blinkered insistence that he is right and everyone else
wrong that is at best misplaced. Ben
Bernanke is presented as a highly intelligent and scholarly man, but one who is
perhaps a little too divorced from the rough-and-tumble of the trading floor to
grasp fully what is going on on his watch, seeking a solution in statistics and
history when perhaps something more tough, even brutal, was called for.
Ever since those days, “banker bashing” has been something
of a global sport, and every politician with aspirations for high office has
jumped on the bandwagon……usually with little or no knowledge of either the
industry or what actually happened. It
has always seemed to me misplaced, and I’ve blogged about it a number of times
over the past few years, taking a consistent line. Without question, at the top of the pile,
where the salaries are huge and the corporate jets two-a-penny, there have been
(and still are) bad apples, greedy and incompetent men and women, whose sole
interest is the total sum of their bank balances (whether they be on- or
off-shore). “Risk” is not a
consideration, unless it is to their own assets and well-being. The man in the street is of no concern – even
when said man in the street is slaving away on a perhaps meagre salary on the
bottom rung of their own corporate ladder – the man in the mailroom or lowly
filing clerk contributes in his own way to the firm’s profitability, but too
often this goes unnoticed and unremarked by those at the top. The small man is also ignored by most
commentators and critics of the industry, both then and now, and shamefully in
my view tarred with the same brush.
If there is a fault with the book it lies in its failure to
weave the small fry into the narrative.
Its focus, correctly, is with the dealmakers who caused the mess and
then repeated past mistakes trying to unwind a parlous situation. The weekend long number crunching sessions
trying to identify the bits of failing companies that might just be worth
salvaging and buying for a buck are well documented (and at times amusingly
so), but the efforts that were undoubtedly going on way down the food chain to
try and track and accurately value increasingly complex businesses, by ordinary
men and women on “normal” wages rather than the obscene rewards of their
alleged “betters” are hardly mentioned.
In fact the nearest instance to this is a section where the antiquated
systems and procedures being used by the ailing AIG to run its affairs are
roundly condemned – and given the state that company was in, quite
rightly. This is understandable, since
there is no glamour to be had in the back office, but to this reader (who has
spent a lifetime labouring away in that world) it is a sad omission. Remember, when the companies fell, into
bankruptcy or takeover, thousands of perfectly respectable and ordinary
nine-to-fivers (if such an animal existed in Wall Street circa 2008 actually
existed) found themselves unemployed, their pension funds worthless and with
little or no pay-off to keep them going through their next job search – and I
know from recent experience how difficult that process is. During the global financial crisis that
followed these events, finding another position must have proved incredibly
difficult – especially with the last entry on the CV reading “Lehman Bros”. Meanwhile, the senior managers and directors
who had caused this mess drove away in their Lincoln Continentals or Porsches
or Mercedes, with millions stashed away in their bank accounts, to their
estates in the Hamptons, to lick their wounds and re-surface a few months
later, aided and abetted by their friends back in the industry.
And this is sad.
According to some columnists and commentators, ignorant unwashed Occupy activists
and “revolutionaries” like Russell Brand, and shamefully most politicians,
“bankers” are the scum of the earth.
We’re not. The overwhelming
majority of bankers are genuine hard-working individuals who take pride in
their work, put their customers first and are generally ill-rewarded for their
efforts. And yet we are all lumped into
the same pile as the Fulds and Milkens and Leesons of this world, the greedy
and incompetent deal-makers and shysters.
Like it or lump it, the world cannot run without bankers,
global finances are much too closely interwoven for that, at every level from
government finances to my sister’s old age pension. As the events of 2008 clearly demonstrated,
if one link in the chain breaks more are sure to follow, and the resultant
difficulties take years to recover from.
People who should know better should really move on from the cheap
political point scoring that banker bashing still provides, and work at
changing these misleading perceptions.
It hurts that an industry I’ve spent my entire working life in is now
rated so badly when it used to be a career to aspire to, and all because of the
misadventures and stupidity of a small number of individuals.
Regulation is not the complete answer. Banks have never been so closely regulated as
they are now, risk management never so complex, and yet still the lessons do
not seem to have sunk in. GM has seen
its car sales boom in the last twelve months according to reports yesterday,
but a lot of this is down to their finance arm providing sub-prime auto finance
(cheap loans and credit agreements to the non-US reader) that are proving
unaffordable to some customers and defaults are on the rise. This is exactly one of the contributing
factors that led to the crisis in 2008, except for sub-prime auto loans read
sub-prime mortgages.
No, the whole mindset of people in the finance industry
needs to change. That will take a
generation, probably. But the mindset of
the banker bashers needs to change too – an acceptance that not everyone
working in banking is a criminal would be a start. A refusal to take on unaffordable finance
terms when buying a car or a house or a holiday would help too. Soundbite politicians could perhaps stop
taking pops at an “easy” target and focus on real policies to get elected, then
once elected adopt measures that rebuild a still ailing global economy rather
than pile more misery on people already crippled by an arguably failed
austerity policy. But that would be to
admit defeat, and no politician will ever admit to being wrong.
And people really should read this book. Knowledge is a good thing, and “Too Big to Fail” brings a clarity to a
complex subject that even Russell Brand might understand. Who knows, it may even prompt him and his ilk
to moderate their views. It may even
help to bring about that change in mindset I referred to. And this would be a very good thing.