Andrew Michael Hurley’s first book has been credited with reviving the British gothic fiction genre almost single-handedly; been shortlisted for a number of awards and now gone on to win the Costa First Book Award. Judges describing it said “We all agreed this book is as close to the perfect first novel as you can get.”
If it had another name, I never knew, but the locals called it the Loney – that strange nowhere between the Wyre and the Lune where Hanny and I went every Easter time with Mummer, Farther, Mr and Mrs Belderboss and Father Wilfred, the parish priest. It was impossible to truly know the place. It changed with each influx and retreat, and the neap tides would reveal the skeletons of those who thought they could escape its insidious currents. No one ever went near the water. No one apart from us, that is. I suppose I always knew that what happened there wouldn’t stay hidden for ever, no matter how much I wanted it to.