Saltwash by Andrew Michael Hurley review – raw, dark folk horror confronts mortality

<p>This wildly atmospheric tale of a party for dying people in a crumbling seaside hotel borrows tropes from cosy crime, but is truly chilling</p><p>Living is hard emotional work – until you try dying. Alongside the rage many terminally ill people feel against the dying of the light, there are the memories that return to flagellate the conscience: the&nbsp;failures of kindness, the misjudged&nbsp;words that can’t be unsaid, the feelings left catastrophically unexpressed. Crimes of the heart –&nbsp;and&nbsp;sometimes, worse.</p><p>The malaise of regret and the yearning for absolution vibrate through Andrew Michael Hurley’s latest work of fiction, a wildly atmospheric, deceptively simple tale that borrows tropes from cosy crime only to snare you into something deeper, darker and&nbsp;more chilling.</p> <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/oct/29/saltwash-by-andrew-michael-hurley-review-raw-dark-folk-horror-confronts-mortality">Continue reading...</a>