My name’s Griz. My childhood wasn’t like yours. I’ve never had friends, and in my whole life I’ve not met enough people to play a game of football.
My parents told me how crowded the world used to be, but we were never lonely on our remote island. We had each other, and our dogs.
Then the thief came.
There may be no law left except what you make of it. But if you steal my dog, you can at least expect me to come after you.
Because if we aren’t loyal to the things we love, what’s the point?
That’s the publisher’s blurb, and it sets the book up nicely. Someone takes Griz’ dog, Griz goes after him to get his dog back, and this is what happens when he does. It’s a post apocalyptic story, and a pretty good one, with a different and more interesting take than the other legion of stories in that genre I’ve read. Obviously the grandaddy of the genre is John Wyndham, and fans of his will find familiar ground in the post industrial, post collapse, return to an agrarian idyll here. It’s a bit nastier than Wyndham’s trademark cosy catastrophe » Continue Reading.