Daniel Shand dares to make his debut, Fallow, both close to home and fantastical. Dark fantasy at that; a squid-ink black road trip through a surreal but recognisable Scotland. It is brave and nasty, occasionally and uncomfortably funny, always eminently readable . . . This is a thrilling work, unafraid to delve into the mind's dark corners yet measured in how this is carried out; devoid of garish exploitation . . . This should herald an exciting new name in Scottish literature, one who has the reader’s experience clearly in mind and is willing to thrill and disgust in equal measure.