UNQUIET GROVE is Egaeus Press's latest collection of strange, dark and uncategorisable stories dedicated to the theme of tree-lore, woods and forests. What ageless mysteries they nurture within their menacing simulacra, their restless shadows. At its very heart.
The book comprises a hefty 288 pages, with 12 previously unpublished stories by some of the today's finest authors of the dark and grotesque, with an introduction by Nina Antonia.
The full table of contents is as follows: Trespassers Forsaken: An Introduction by Nina Antonia Roots by Die Booth The Secret Plantings At Bostock St Leonards by Colin Insole Burnt Orchard by Charles Wilkinson The Fell by Alys Hobbs At The Roots by Stephen J Clark Rock Hopping by Adam L G Nevill Overgrowth by John Howard The Clearing by Sue Harper Hyldemoer by R Ostermeier The Dark Ballet Of The Trees by Jonathan Wood In The White May by Mat Joiner Uhripuu by Tracy Fahey Edited by Mark Beech
The book is a lithographically printed, 288 page hardback with colour endpapers; limited to just 330 copies.
Dark events set in the greenwood, well deep in the forests, far away from any footpath, let alone roadway. A world thronged with aged trees, whose perceptions of humans range from indifference to apprehension to hostility.
While out inspecting his estates, Mr Hopking died unexpectedly at age 47. He had been a talented, if eccentric, horticulturist. 150 years after his death, swathes of his grounds flourish still, resisting developers. In “The Secret Plantings Of Bostick St. Leonard” a descendant unwisely attempts to unravel bygone mysteries.
The city family relocates to the less hectic countryside. The new home, bought for a song, is in disrepair. Meantime, none of the locals will say why it is called “Burnt Orchard”. While wife and son succumb to the drowsy spell of the area, husband Nat resists and observes in growing anxiety.
A chance encounter with a doddering, semi-retired colleague, launches Dr. Suffling along a trail to modern paganism. “At The Roots” finds him drawn into a strange world of transmutation.
“The Dark Ballet Of The Trees” proves to be one of the bleakest works in this collection. An asylum for the mentally or emotionally damaged, run by a theatre impresario. Times are harsh, however, in what appears to be wartime Britain. Everything is impacted by the Blitz. Restrictions and money woes push several players into a corner, where anger and resentment inflames into rage.
A fateful encounter between one of the Fair and a young girl with a streak of witchery. ”In The White May”, both pocket something of an agenda. While neither outright lies – both withhold. A haunting tale that lingers long after the pages close.
“Uhripuu” journeys to the remote forest. Finland, buried under snow, where wilderness is being ravaged by a devastating fungus. Science, unable to reach a solution, invites a folklorist to listen to old tales, perhaps find a remedy in arcane legends. Another story of untrustworthy characters, hidden motives, with, perhaps, parallels to modern plagues – or ongoing pandemics.
I have been hesitant buying Egaeus Press publications, as the content has been surreal to the point of nonsense. Many of the collected stories have read like a sophomore finished La Fleurs Du Mal and decided to try his hand at dark literature. However, Unquiet Grove may be my favorite collection of the year. As usual for Egaeus Press, the book itself is a work of art, a sensory pleasure. The collection of stories by Mark Beech (nope, unironically, a book of dark tree stories edited by a man named Beech) is spot-on, not a loser in the batch. The last two stories are top-notch, wonderfully dark, but somehow warm and comfortable, as if I am walking through our woods in autumn. I highly recommend this collection to any reader.
When you enjoy a nice daytime stroll through the woods it's not the same experience as walking through those same woods at night. The trees react to people differently at night.
An entire anthology about the woods and the trees that they're made of.
All the stories are fantastic and I did have my favorites, but I won't single them out.