Haunted by a voice he heard on his radio years ago, he dares to fly past the point of no return with no guarantee that he will find anyone alive–or even just fuel to get him back if he doesn’t. Yet, over nine years they have forged a strangely symbiotic relationship, each more dependent on the other for survival than they realize.īut all that changes when a new grievous loss makes Hig desperate for the companionship of someone–anyone–who isn’t so likely to kill him in a friendly fire incident. In sharp contrast, his sole human companion, the aptly named Bangley, communicates far better with guns and mortars than he does with words and firmly believes in shooting first and asking questions later–or, preferably, never. He hates killing things (unless it’s for food) and finds happiness tending his garden, sleeping under the stars with his beloved dog, Jasper, and taking to the skies in his aged Cessna. The narrator, Hig, is an unlikely survivor of the pandemic apocalypse. Perhaps more so in that this book, although published in 2012, is almost (and darkly) prophetic of our present fractured, pandemic-soaked times. The economy of words and fractured sentences tell a mesmerizing tale all their own. Do not let the ultra-terse tone put you off this book as it almost did me.
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