Everybody Loves Our Dollars

One of the very few people who not only understand the convoluted world of money laundering, but are also able to explain it in clear and elegant prose

Entertaining and eye-opening . . . This is a passionate book . . . Strongly recommended

His reporting is second to none . . . The man has balls

Utterly fascinating - like being given X-ray glasses to see the real world. Oliver Bullough should be a national treasure

Brilliant. An adrenalised tour of the world's dirty money hotspots. Should be slipped into the red box of every minister

A jaw-dropping exposé . . . Bullough is one of Britain's finest investigative reporters. He is thorough, his sources are impressive, and he has a lovely, easy style which takes us through some of the darkest features of the world's economy. He also has a fine sense of moral purpose . . . He seems to be completely without fear

A compelling read - both an investigative journey and a critique of the modern financial system . . . Engagingly written and thoroughly researched

Bullough has done it again. Having explained how the world's top goons and gangsters run their finances, he now lays bare why our attempts to stop them are not just ineffective and but scandalously unfair. Box-ticking and bullying, hype and hypocrisy - his verdict on the supposed custodians of our system's integrity is scathing. Packed with anecdotes and insights, this book should be on every decision-maker's desk

It's not just that Oliver Bullough possesses a kind of x-ray vision, enabling him to perceive all the malignant stuff coursing just beneath the surface of our economic and political systems; he is also a gifted storyteller, who can unpick the most fiendishly complex grift so that it becomes not just explicable but perversely entertaining. Everybody Loves Our Dollars is Bullough at his nimble, companionable, panoramic best, tracing vast amounts of dirty money as it flits around the planet - and in and out of our own pockets

Our leading expert on dirty money exposes the secret networks that power the international economy of crime. Lucid, funny and compelling, Bullough may know more about money laundering than the criminals themselves

A vital must-read book. Bullough's latest exposé rails against the hypocritical box-ticking of a compliance culture that utterly fails to rein in money laundering and targets poorer nations, while allowing financial crime to flourish in London and New York. A call to action against the whitecollar bankers and lawyers who feed off the crimes targeting the world's weakest

The truth hurts and this stings. Insightful and accurate

Should be required reading for every politician, regulator and board member with an interest in the financial services industry . . . Such an important book

Bullough has a remarkable gift of making you laugh - and then making you shout with outrage at the financial crime ravaging our lives

This is a blistering account of our failure to stop dirty money. Oliver Bullough has figured out what some of the world's most powerful people don't want us to know - how they keep their filthy billions secret. He exposes the hypocrisy and cynicism of decades of western policy. If you want to know why the kleptocrats, the human traffickers, the terrorists and the grifters are winning, read this book now

I've been writing about the global financial system for thirty years, but reading this revelatory book by Oliver Bullough, I now realise I barely knew the half of it

Rigorous, passionate and thoroughly bleak . . . His most wide-ranging analysis yet . . . Like an old-school newshound, Bullough wears out plenty of shoe leather in his search for today's three-card tricksters

Alarming and unsettling . . . Bullough is a star investigative journalist with a long track record in writing about illicit financial flows . . . Rich countries, trying to cut down on illicit flows of finance, have focused their energies on the one thing they can see and control: transfers and transactions inside the official financial system. Bullough comes up with an excellent metaphor for this: the FATF is like a drunk looking for his lost keys under a streetlight, not because that's where he lost them, but because it's the only place where he can see