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Something for Nothing

A poignantly dark comedy follows a 1970s Californian businessman who takes wing as a fledgling smuggler.

June 22, 2011

Something for Nothing By David Anthony Algonquin Books 352 pp.


By Donna Rifkind for The Barnes & Noble Review.

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In the suburban Bay Area setting of David Anthony's first novel, anxieties about oil and gas prices are headline news, middle-class business owners can’t catch a break, middle school girls are already in drug counseling, nobody trusts politicians, and entertainment culture pervades everyday life. That the novel is set in the summer of 1974 tells us something about our own contemporary American moment, in which all of the above conditions persist: Time passes, but so much remains the same.

Those then-and-now parallels are subtle in Something for Nothing, a deft comedy with tinges of melancholy and some well-paced suspense. Anthony is generous with period details: there are long lines at the gas pumps, where odd-even rationing is in force; the San Francisco Chronicle teems with reports of Patty Hearst and the potential fate of a post-Watergate, pre-resignation Richard Nixon; Gaylord Perry is throwing spitters for Cleveland against the hometown-hero Athletics; Westworld is playing in movie theaters and The Mary Tyler Moore Show is on TV. In the foreground of this big picture is an intimate story about an out-of-luck striver named Martin Anderson, who proves willing to take life-threatening chances to keep his business and family afloat.

Martin is an American dreamer in his mid-forties who recently moved his wife and two kids out of Oakland to the posh suburb of Walnut Station. But upward mobility has its discontents, including isolation, boredom, and a 45-minute commute to Martin's little office at the Hayward airport on the eastern shore of the San Francisco Bay, where he's watching his used-aircraft dealership take a nose dive. No one's buying hobby planes in the middle of an Arab oil embargo, and Martin is in debt up to his toupee. (He has three toupees, in fact: "shaggy, wavy, and clean-cut." ) All the hard-won trophies of the life he's built – a fully loaded deep-sea fishing boat, a cabin in Tahoe, and, closest to his heart, a promising racehorse named Temperature's Rising – might soon be repossessed.

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