Having spent the whole of Christmas buried in this book, I can highly recommend Purefinder whether you are a gothic horror aficionado or (like me) a relative newcomer to the genre.
Gwalchmai has an exceptional understanding of the physicality of grief, fear, affection and hopelessness. In Purefinder, he takes the reader into the very body of his protagonist and holds him there. We are relentlessly marched through the filthy streets of Victorian London, tugged along by the very visceral nature of the world created before us. Here is a world where violence is never far from the surface and choice is frequently between one hell and the next. Within this gothic squalor, the glimmers of hope, fraternity and redemption are rendered all the stronger and all the more precarious.
In Purefinder, Gwalchmai takes us through the passage of a day, zooming in and out with ease, from the existential woes of his characters to candid reflections on the socio-economic context of the day. Perhaps most ambitiously, he uses this as a lens through which to view modern contexts and concerns. This can sometimes feel a little jarring but I suspect this is the author's intent, tugging gently on our collars to remind us that all good fiction holds court with fact.