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Black River Orchard: A Novel Paperback – June 25, 2024
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“This masterful outing should continue to earn Wendig comparisons to Stephen King.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
LOCUS AWARD FINALIST • AN NPR BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR
It’s autumn in the town of Harrow, but something besides the season is changing there.
Because in that town there is an orchard, and in that orchard, seven most unusual trees. And from those trees grows a new sort of apple: strange, beautiful, with skin so red it’s nearly black.
Take a bite of one of these apples, and you will desire only to devour another. And another. You will become stronger. More vital. More yourself, you will believe. But then your appetite for the apples and their peculiar gifts will keep growing—and become darker.
This is what happens when the townsfolk discover the secret of the orchard. Soon it seems that everyone is consumed by an obsession with the magic of the apples . . . and what’s the harm, if it is making them all happier, more confident, more powerful?
Even if something else is buried in the orchard besides the seeds of these extraordinary trees: a bloody history whose roots reach back to the very origins of the town.
But now the leaves are falling. The days grow darker. It’s harvest time, and the town will soon reap what it has sown.
- Print length640 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherDel Rey
- Publication dateJune 25, 2024
- Dimensions5.5 x 1.31 x 8.19 inches
- ISBN-100593158768
- ISBN-13978-0593158760
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“An epic saga that is at once a propulsive horror novel and a parable, a thriller and a cautionary tale, Black River Orchard is the immensely talented Chuck Wendig at his finest.”—Lisa Unger, New York Times bestselling author of Secluded Cabin Sleeps Six
“A gripping story of love and legacies gone rotten, deeply rooted in the landscape and as twisty and gnarled as an ancient apple tree.”—T. Kingfisher, USA Today bestselling author of What Moves the Dead
“This will undoubtedly be heralded as one of the finest horror novels of the twenty-first century.”—Eric LaRocca, author of Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke
“Enchanting, exquisite and dark, Chuck Wendig masterfully weaves a new horrifying fairy tale in Black River Orchard.”—Cynthia Pelayo, Bram Stoker Award winner of Crime Scene
“Creepy and insidious, Black River Orchard whets your appetite and then turns you inside out.”—Hailey Piper, Bram Stoker Award–winning author of Queen of Teeth
“Black River Orchard should come with a warning label: You’ll never bite into another apple without remembering this dark, demented, and genuinely frightening novel.”—Jason Rekulak, author of Hidden Pictures
“Dark. Visceral. Creepy. Smart. Deep. So red it’s dark brown. Chuck Wendig’s Black River Orchard slithers and shines, its dangerous belly full of dark magic and accusations. I’ve been a fan of Wendig for years, and this is his best novel yet.”—Gabino Iglesias, Stoker Award-winning author of The Devil Takes You Home
“An essential for horror readers, and buy it for new horror readers—it will convert them instantly.”—V. Castro, author of The Haunting of Alejandra
“Plucks your heartstrings and preys on your fears at the same time . . . High-stakes horror meets peak emotional investment means Total. Reader. Devastation.”—Sadie Hartmann, author of 101 Horror Books to Read Before You’re Murdered
“A fresh and unexpected horror feat, expertly drawing from the ancient, endless wells of our greatest fears.”—Premee Mohamed, Nebula Award–winning author of Beneath the Rising
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Calla Paxson, now age seventeen, stood in the middle of their gravel driveway, nose down in her phone, trying very, very hard not to be distracted by her father, Dan, as he hurried back and forth from the shed to the pickup to the house and back again. Every time he went past, he had a new question for her—
“Is Marco coming?”
“Yes, Dad, Marco is coming, Jesus.”
Back and forth.
“What time is it again?”
“It’s nine a.m., Dad,” and as he went past, she added loudly, “aka entirely too early, okay?”
Back and forth.
“Did Marco say he’d be here at nine?”
“Yes? No? I dunno, I’m not his boss, you are.”
Back and forth.
“You know, you could help me? Carry these—oof—boxes?”
“That’s not really—like, not my thing.”
He eased the wooden crate of apples into the back of the pickup, but Calla wasn’t paying attention. She held her phone up, blocking the view of him. With the camera reversed, she checked herself in the screen—saw a thousand tiny flaws but steeled herself against caring about them. (Eyebrows too thin, ugh, mouth too wide, ugh, left eye with that odd golden fleck hiding in the green, a green that wasn’t a pretty emerald but a muddy hazel the color of algal muck, uggggh.) She chided herself for feeling that way. Be better, say something nice about yourself, and she told herself today was a damn good hair day thanks to the humid September weather. She was all golden locks with the center part, framing her face with long layers, but the negative thoughts kept nagging her from the back of her mind. Calla shook the bad thoughts out of her head and (since Insta was over) checked her follower count on Faddish, then (since TikTok was almost over) checked her followers on Appy, then on Nextra, and of course also on Insta and TikTok because obviously. The classics were the classics for a reason. Her follower counts hadn’t budged since this morning. Or since last night. Or the night before.
Gently, a hand reached out and eased the phone aside.
The same hand, her father’s hand, lifted her chin.
Her father stood there in front of her.
“It’s not your thing,” he repeated.
“What?”
“That’s what you just said. ‘That’s not really, like, my thing.’ ”
“Oh god you’re about to give me a lecture, aren’t you?” She sighed. “I just mean I don’t know that I can move those boxes. They’re heavy. I already tried to clean myself up this morning and I don’t want to look like some farm girl—”
“No lecture. I promise, Calla Lily. You’re right. This is your thing.” He did a faux-game-show gesture toward her phone.
“I feel like you’re being sarcastic right now.”
“No sarcasm! I’m saying you wanna be a—what’s it called? An affluent—”
“Influencer. Jesus, Dad.”
“An influencer.” He smiled. He was f***ing with her, wasn’t he? Was he f***ing with her or was he just this goofy? “Right. So I need your influence.”
She winced. “What?”
He did this awkward moonwalk toward the truck, and then did an even-cringier spin, snatching up one of the apples from the crate resting on the pickup truck’s open gate. Dance-walking his way back, he thrust the apple at her.
“I told you I’m not eating one, apples are gross,” she said.
Dan Paxson put his hand over his chest and feigned injury. “You hurt me. You know that, right? My own daughter still won’t try my apple. My pride and joy insults my other pride and joy. It’s like my children are fighting. Sibling rivalry.”
“So dramatic.”
“I don’t need you to try the apple, but the apple needs your . . . influence. You know what I mean?”
She confessed: “I don’t.”
Her father sighed.
“Look, this is our first day at market. It’s not just tables and produce anymore. You’re right, it’s not enough to be the farmer anymore. People go there to sell their . . . fancy puddings and their honeycombs, it’s all pasture-raised beef and duck eggs. It’s produce you’ve never heard of like mizuna and kabocha and micro-cilantro. And though I know this apple is beautiful with a taste that’s—” The words seemed to catch in his mouth. Was he getting emotional? He probably was, the big dork. (She loved her father’s profound dorkiness. He was such a nerd because he cared so much about this stuff. She wouldn’t admit any of this, not for a million followers on social. Maybe for two million.) “I need help selling it.”
“That’s not what I do.” Or what I want to do.
“But you do. I see how much you put into your videos. You want people to . . . love the things that you love, and I love that about you. Maybe you could sprinkle a little of that pizzazz on this apple? Though I think there’s an actual apple named Pazazz, come to think of it.” He shrugged. “I’m just saying, you’re my little branding genius, you have these explosive, firecracker thoughts, and I think this apple is really something special. Like you. But nobody will know if they don’t try it. I need your magic, Calla Lily. I need your sparkle.”
She rolled her eyes (trying to hide that, ugh, it felt nice when he said nice things about her). “Fine, I’ll give a glow up to your dire little fruit.” And it was dire. Pretty, maybe. Gothy, definitely. In the sun, it was a rich, black-blooded red.
But she couldn’t say any of that. Gothy, black, red. It wasn’t a Hot Topic apple. It did need something. “Does it have a name already?”
He hesitated. Acting a little cagey.
“I gave it a name. It—” He flinched. “Didn’t have one before.”
“Okay, fine, what did you name it?”
Her father shrugged, like, Oh, no big deal, don’t mind me. “I’m calling it the Paxson apple. After us. Our family. Our home.”
“Really. The Paxson.”
“Yeah. Why? Apples are—you know, the heirlooms, anyway, they’re named after the people who grew them. Baldwin, Ortley, or, uhh, Esopus Spitzenburg.”
Calla made a face like she’d just licked a moth. “No. You can’t—you can’t use those as your comps. Those sound like Old People apples. Esopus? We’re not Amish, Dad, god. No, you, like, go to the grocery store and the apples there have fun names, right? Honeycrisp, Pink Ladies, ummm—”
“SweeTango! Oh, Cosmic Crisp, too.”
“Yeah, okay, yeah. Whatever. So, you can’t call it the Paxson. You just can’t.” She made a disappointed face. “Promise me you won’t. It’s mid. It hurts me on the inside. Please promise. Please.”
“Our name matters, Calla,” he said, stiffening. She’d hurt him. But then his face softened and he leaned forward to take a big, sharp bite of the apple. His eyes closed and he breathed through his nose as he chewed. For a moment he seemed lost. He moaned around it. (Gross.) Finally he said: “You’re right. It’s too good for a boring name. So you’re up, Little Miss Influencer. Influence me. Name this apple.”
Calla scrunched up her nose, plowing little furrows in her brow as she grabbed his wrist and moved it this way and that, pivoting the apple in her view. (She wasn’t going to touch the apple because it was drooling juice from its bite wound.) “Dark, red, pretty. Like I’m staring into something deep—” It almost pulled her gaze to it, even into it. As if she were staring into the hall-of-mirrors aspect of a gemstone’s facets. That’s it. “It’s like a ruby. You wanted to name it after us?” At the end of the gravel drive, she saw the old sign that hung there, a wooden sign with their name carved into it. A name signaling their house. Their home. That’s it, she thought. “There’s no place like home.”
“What?” he asked.
“Ruby Slipper.” She paused. “There’s no place like home. Ruby Slipper. It’s like from that movie. The one with the scarecrow.”
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- Publisher : Del Rey (June 25, 2024)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 640 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0593158768
- ISBN-13 : 978-0593158760
- Item Weight : 1.1 pounds
- Dimensions : 5.5 x 1.31 x 8.19 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #40,826 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #409 in Occult Fiction
- #1,134 in Supernatural Thrillers (Books)
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chuck Wendig is the New York Times bestselling author of Star Wars: Aftermath, as well as the Miriam Black thrillers, the Atlanta Burns books, and the Heartland YA series, alongside other works across comics, games, film, and more. A finalist for the John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer and the cowriter of the Emmy-nominated digital narrative Collapsus, he is also known for his popular blog, terribleminds.com, and his books about writing. He lives in Pennsylvania with his family. (photo by Edwin Tse)
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Aside from dire stakes, an accelerating plot, and a devastating climax, this book has excellent pacing and wonderful writing. The author (whose last name my autocorrect won't let me type) is a master of slinging words to create worlds that suck you in, characters you love and loathe (not usually at the same time), and imagery that hijacks your imagination and infiltrates your nightmares.
And while Chuck himself denies that any idea is truly original, I can promise you that you will never look at a rare apple quite the same again after reading this book... And you may even hesitate to bite into it.
As the story went on, the characters I disliked at the beginning matured and seemed less lightweight than they had before so I ended up liking the survivors. (Hey, this is a horror novel. Surely it's not a spoiler to expect that some in the cast will die.)
Unfortunately, I couldn't help but think of John Goodman in his Dan Connor role (first on "Roseanne" then on "The Connors") as Dan. Both Dans seem to be of the same breed, a good, maybe weak, man down on his luck, I had a little trouble accepting Dan's transformation and what we learn later about him. This may be more due to my mental image of John Goodman in an apple mask rather than the writing.
Nonetheless, this is a good spooky story to read before Halloween and you will never look at apples the same way again.
This is my 2nd Wendig book and I am quickly becoming a fan. He has the type of writing that I can settle right in to. This story had a lot of wonderful characters. Sometimes it was hard to get them straight but it didn't take away from the story. The story itself was very interesting and creepy. I do feel that the book could've ended sooner. About 2/3 of the way through, it seems that it is just going around in circles and the people that should be doing something keep making excuses of why now is not the right time. Other than that, I really enjoyed it and look forward to reading more by this author.
But folks, Chuck surpassed himself with Black River Orchard. I will never be able to eat another red apple again. Maybe no other apples. Or if I do, it may not be for some time.
Chuck Wendig is completely demented! This book is bonkers!! He even explains in his author note that he knows he’s weird and that this book is weird.
And I couldn’t turn away. I admit I read most of this in the daylight. I knew going in that this book was Horror with a capital H. I didn’t realize how much. For the first third of the book, I thought, oh this isn’t so bad. I can handle this. The last third had me putting my kindle down to slow my heart down. I felt like I needed to hide my eyes behind my fingers like you would in a scary movie. (Doesn’t work that way in books, does it?!)
In a small town there is a new orchard with seven apple trees that produces the most luscious deep dark red apples that the townsfolk can’t get enough of. And then everything changes.
I don’t want to go into any other details without giving away spoilers, but suffice it to say…. If you read only one scary book for the Halloween season, it needs to be Black River Orchard.
*Thanks so much to Del Rey Books and to NetGalley for the gifted advance eGalley!*
Reviewed in the United States on October 6, 2023
But folks, Chuck surpassed himself with Black River Orchard. I will never be able to eat another red apple again. Maybe no other apples. Or if I do, it may not be for some time.
Chuck Wendig is completely demented! This book is bonkers!! He even explains in his author note that he knows he’s weird and that this book is weird.
And I couldn’t turn away. I admit I read most of this in the daylight. I knew going in that this book was Horror with a capital H. I didn’t realize how much. For the first third of the book, I thought, oh this isn’t so bad. I can handle this. The last third had me putting my kindle down to slow my heart down. I felt like I needed to hide my eyes behind my fingers like you would in a scary movie. (Doesn’t work that way in books, does it?!)
In a small town there is a new orchard with seven apple trees that produces the most luscious deep dark red apples that the townsfolk can’t get enough of. And then everything changes.
I don’t want to go into any other details without giving away spoilers, but suffice it to say…. If you read only one scary book for the Halloween season, it needs to be Black River Orchard.
*Thanks so much to Del Rey Books and to NetGalley for the gifted advance eGalley!*