Shards is the third novel by British author, Bob Palmer, this one quite a departure from his usual genre, so written as Jack Wakefield. At almost eleven years old, the very last thing Dallin Smith expects to be doing is walking along the highway with his best friend, Taylor, looking for food, and living adults. A wholesome upbringing as a Mormon boy in the cave his father blasted out of Utah rock, and the complete absence of any media, has not prepared him for the effects of a highly lethal global pandemic. Lockdowns and looting were heard about on his father’s CB radio, but seemed remote, unlike the massacre of his whole family.
Dallin’s motivation is filling his stomach, and finding someone who can take charge, look after him and Taylor. The slightly older boy turned up out of the blue at the hospital where Dallin was recovering from bacterial meningitis, claiming to be distant family. He lived for some two years with Dallin’s family: moms, dad and siblings before suddenly, inexplicably leaving. And now, here he is, just when Dallin needs him; they seem, at first, to have the same agenda.
The boys head to Moab, checking farmhouses on the way, scavenging for food, clothing and other necessities, with little success, until they reach the town proper. What they do find, to their dismay, is many bodies. They seek out a safe place to stay, explore the town and uncover hidden caches that will see them through for a while. But if Taylor is content with, even prefers, their solitary existence, Dallin still longs for the company of an adult who can teach them what they need to know, and care for them if anything happens.
With Taylor reluctantly in tow, they head south on purloined bicycles, finding much the same in Monticello: no food and not a living soul until, just before turning back for Moab, Dallin scans the hills with appropriated binoculars and spots washing flapping on a line near a cabin, and a person. Jacko, when they finally reach him, turns out to be a crusty old recluse, but is the answer to Dal’s prayer, even if Taylor doesn’t agree.
He later observes “I reckoned my dad would have liked him because they had a lot in common – the dislike of authority, the wariness of strangers and the importance of learning practical skills.” In Taylor, he eventually recognises “his cruel streak, his bullying instinct, his ability to push me in directions I’d rather not have gone”, using emotional blackmail on Dal’s insecurity and fear of abandonment.
Palmer gives the reader some solid, likeable characters whose reaction to the challenges they face is credible and realistic. It’s virtually impossible not to hope for Dallin’s survival, not to be grateful that Jacko is the sort of man he needs. On the spectrum between the COVID-ravaged world with which we are now all too familiar, and Stephen King’s The Stand, Palmer’s setting sits closer to the latter. A powerful and moving read, this is Palmer’s best yet.
This unbiased review is from an uncorrected proof copy provided by the author.