'With his gallows humour and observational wit, Jim Powell gives us a vivid portrait of a man in meltdown.' Daily Mail
When I was small, my mother showed me how to grow a carrot from a carrot. She filled a jam jar with water, cut the top off a carrot, ran a cocktail stick horizontally through the stub and suspended it over the jar, just touching the water. In time, roots sprouted, and when they were long enough and strong enough, the plant was translated to the garden and new carrots grew. This was one of the many exciting ways in which I was prepared for adult life.
This is Matthew Oxenhay at sixty: a stranger to his wife, an embarrassment to his children, and failed former contender for the top job at his City firm. Seizing on his birthday party as an opportunity to deliver some rather crushing home truths to his assembled loved ones, it seems as though Matthew might have hit rock bottom. The truth, however, is that he has some way to go yet . . .
With forensic precision and mordant wit, Matthew unpicks the threads that bind him: a comfortable home in the suburbs, a career spent trading futures and a life that bears little resemblance to the one he imagined for himself at twenty. When he unexpectedly bumps into Anna (the one who got away), the stage is set for an epic unravelling.
Darkly funny, Trading Futures forces us to confront how change, like death, is an inevitable fact of life: feared by most, it can transform or overwhelm us. This is a brilliantly observed novel, for fans of works such as John Lanchester's Mr Phillips and On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan.
It also featured as Radio 4's Book at Bedtime.
'What starts as a light and droll novel about the fall of a middle-aged everyman . . . becomes surprisingly dark and intense.' The Times
At sixty, Matthew Oxenhay is a stranger to his wife, an embarrassment to his children, and a failed contender for the top job at his City firm. Faced with a life that bears little resemblance to the one he imagined for himself at twenty, unpicking the ties that bind - the comfortable home in the suburbs, the career spent trading futures - seems to offer escape. When he unexpectedly bumps into Anna (the one who got away), the stage is set for an epic unravelling . . .
Darkly funny and powerfully moving, Trading Futures forces us to confront how change, like death, is an inevitable fact of life: it can transform or overwhelm us.
'[Trading Futures] has a Reginald Perrin charm about it and an unexpected twist in the tail, but it stays affably bleak to the end.' Sunday Times
'Powell is very good on the sense of lost youth, nostalgia and what might have been . . . This is a novel that is at once honest and cautionary.' Financial Times
'A brief, funny, grim portrait of a man at the wrong end of life. Really good.' Mark Watson
What starts as a light and droll Reggie Perrin-style novel about the fall of a middle-aged everyman, a "perfect makeweight in an identity parade", becomes surprisingly dark and intense. We see the crack-up through Matthew's eyes, which also allows for some wittily caustic observations about modern living.
