Trading Futures by Jim Powell: The unravelling of a betting man

Cover imageWhen I first picked up Jim Powell’s new novel I was looking for a bit of light relief after finishing Olivia Laing’s excellent but often harrowing The Lonely City. I thought it might be a much slimmed down version of John Lanchester’s Capital or Justin Cartwright’s Other People’s Money, a post-financial crash novel, which to some extent it is but it’s also about what can happen to us when our lives turn out to be far from what we’d hoped.

Sixty-year-old Matthew Oxenhay is driving along the A303 towards Barnet, leaving Somerset behind him. Whether he continues in that direction depends on his wife not answering her phone. If she does answer it, he’ll tell her he’s leaving her, turn around and head back to Anna in Somerset. He’ll make the phone call if five white cars pass him. Matthew is a chronic gambler, albeit an apparently respectable one, trading futures in the City up until a few months ago when he was downsized ahead of the looming global financial meltdown. He even got the job as the result of a backfiring bet with his fellow students way back in the ’60s, all of them intent on changing the world. Judy, his wife of many years, loves their settled comfortable life but Matthew loathes it. He’s now in the grips of an existential crisis, pretending to Judy that he still has a job, turning up to sit in the office which his old boss has tolerantly allowed him to occupy and drinking far too much. On an errand for his erstwhile employers, Matthew spots an attractive blonde roughly his own age, convincing himself it’s Anna with whom he fell in love one idyllic summer afternoon in 1967. When the two of them click over a drink, Matthew begins to entertain all sorts of ideas.

Matthew’s story unfolds through his own waspish, darkly funny inner monologue. He’s a ‘60s rebel for whom the very idea of a career as a futures trader would have been despicable all those years ago. He’s that uncomfortable mixture of self-loathing and arrogance, dismissing his wife’s careful construction of their comfortable life as dull and prosaic while ruing his own betrayal of his baby boomer ideals. It’s often very funny – there’s a particularly amusing scene with a lunch guest in which Matthew finds himself ‘defending crooked capitalist practices on behalf of the Labour party, while the brave Captain Ahab spoke for the downtrodden masses on behalf of the Tories’. In amongst all this, Matthew comes out with some observations it’s hard to argue with particularly on the subject of the City’s shenanigans. Sharply observed and grimly funny, in the end Matthew’s journey is a sobering one. There are a few unlikely coincidences but it’s good enough to suspend your disbelief. An enjoyable read then – if not quite the antidote to The Lonely City I was looking for – and who can resist a novel which contains the line ‘I think I mostly learn about reality from works of fiction’.

6 thoughts on “Trading Futures by Jim Powell: The unravelling of a betting man

    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      Definitely worth a look, Cathy. Funny, but with some nicely barbed home truths thrown in about both the ’60s generation and the way we live now.

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  1. Naomi

    Oh, yes, that’s a good line.
    This is a book that I might not have noticed if not for your review, but it sounds like something I would like. I can definitely relate to the little games he plays with himself (if 5 white cars pass, then…), although I’m not a gambler! But when my sister and I were young and we would be waiting for something, we’d sit by the window (like the kids in the Cat in the Hat) and watch the cars go by, making up games about them, or trying to guess how many more cars would go by before our company would come, etc…

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      There’s a picture to conjure with! Given how indecisive I am, I’m surprised that I don’t run my own life more upon these lines. It’s a very enjoyable read, Naomi, and has been picked for a radio serialisation. I hope whoever reads it manages to catch that waspish tone of Matthew’s.

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      Thank you! I liked the way that gambling and Matthew’s work in the City were linked. We’d all be better off if there were fewer like him working there.

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