It took me a while to figure out how to describe the main character (certainly not a hero) in this book. Take a bit of Willy Loman, the lead from Death of A Salesman, with his delusions of grandeur when he can barely manage adequacy, add in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty's daydreaming protagonist, mix in the saying about "lives of quiet desperation," and add in greed and you're about there. I found this man, Martin Anderson, very hard to like.
It's the 1970's, in the midst of the oil crisis and fuel rationing. Anderson has been living beyond his means with his small aircraft business, but now no one's buying. How's he supposed to maintain his nice suburban house, fishing boat, cabin at Lake Tahoe, and racehorse? Well, he lives in Southern California, and he gets hooked up with some unsavory types who point out there's a lot of money to be made flying those small planes of his to Mexico, picking up drugs, and coming back. So, naturally, he does it. Because he's a greedy idiot.
Also bubbling along are his current horse, which actually might have a chance to be a winner; a major crush on his neighbor (despite the fact that he's married); both of his kids having problems; and a sometimes strained relationship with his long-suffering wife.
Things build until he's in an increasingly desperate situation. His marriage is in real danger of falling apart, his business is sliding deeper into the red, his trips to Mexico are taking a toll, and then the consequences of his illegal activities start getting driven home in nasty, bloody ways.
The story was well done, but the main character was just an annoying collection of bad habits and personality flaws. I had a real hard time caring about him, let alone rooting for him. If the book had ended differently and worse for him, I'd have been perfectly fine with it.
All and all, just kind of meh, really.