WOOD, A New Novella by Robert Dunbar, Author of Willy and Martyrs and Monsters

“Blessed is the beast that knows its purpose.”

Something has begun to creep in from the woods at night … something that stalks a young girl along deserted streets …

WOOD

by Robert Dunbar

$2.95 for Kindle or Nook

To learn more about this or other titles from Uninvited Books, visit www.UninvitedBooks.com.

Learn more about Robert Dunbar’s work at www.DunbarAuthor.com.

An excerpt from WOOD by Robert Dunbar:

Boundaries shift.

Towns and cities grow in spurts, sometimes encroaching upon places better left alone, areas that through a sort of negative geography remain neither forest nor park, neither rural nor urban. No proper designations exist. Unnamed and unclaimed, such regions appear on no map. They never have. Perhaps always they seemed too insignificant: half a lot, a strip of woodland, an acre of bog. Dead space. Easily overlooked or deliberately ignored. As though, all along, people knew … or at least suspected.

Yet such places exist everywhere. In every village. Every suburb. Ask any child. They form the terrain of all the darkest fairytales, the landscape of nightmares.

Alleyways through the worst sections of town inevitably empty into overgrown fields, scruffy and menacing and strewn with rubbish. Bad places. Dwellings on these outskirts slouch toward bitter soil. Boards splinter. Bricks crumble into gravel. So many futile walls loom, intermittent with tilting fences of all variety, a plethora of barricades (as though residents sincerely believed it could be kept at bay). Behind cinderblock barriers, chains rattle as dogs howl out their rage and fear. It is not wilderness that creeps up against these blighted neighborhoods.

Perhaps someday mankind will invent a term for that which seeps in, someday when the cities have decayed and the suburbs have withered and the bad places have inherited the earth. Perhaps, at last, the survivors will know Hell when they see it.

* * *

Critical Acclaim for books by Robert Dunbar

WILLY

a novel by Robert Dunbar

“Profound.” ~ The Reading Review

“Unique.” ~ Midwest Book Review

“Compelling.” ~ Literary Mayhem

 

MARTYRS & MONSTERS

a collection of short fiction by Robert Dunbar

“A masterpiece.” ~ Dark Scribe Magazine

“Provocative.” ~ GUD Magazine

“Exquisite.” ~ Book Love

 

THE SHORE

a novel by Robert Dunbar

“Breathtaking … a tour-de-force.” ~ Dark Wisdom

“Intense and wholly original.” ~ Dark Scribe Magazine

 

“The way great horror should be written.” ~ HellNotes

THE PINES

a novel by Robert Dunbar

“Dark, foreboding, menacing, eerie ... seductive.” ~ The Philadelphia Inquirer

“Superb … a masterpiece.” ~ Delaware Valley Magazine

“A work of art.” ~ Shroud Magazine

SHADOWS, Supernatural Tales by Masters of Modern Literature

an anthology of ghost stories

edited and with an introduction by Robert Dunbar

“Superlative and memorable.” ~ Tomb of Dark Delights

“Prepare to be entertained.” ~ Book Love

“Required reading for any serious connoisseur.” ~ Shroud Magazine

Chas Hendricksen, Marketing Director

U N I N V I T E D B O O K S

www.UninvitedBooks.com

Robert Dunbar, Author of Willy, Guest Blogs On Writing and the Horror Genre

“This book is so stupid I can’t even understand it.”

That’s still my all-time favorite “reader” comment – Zen-like in its purity.

Any writer is apt to have a somewhat weird relationship with both the critics and the public. No matter how often (or loudly) we insist that we write for ourselves alone, we’re all of us constantly compelled to find out whether the world has confirmed our talents or not. You know it’s true. The moment we’re alone, we’re forever googling our latest title, and we can pretty much always be spotted flipping through magazines at newsstands. I’ve never known a writer who didn’t succumb … never known a writer who couldn’t be plunged into the blackest despair by a bad review or who wouldn’t feel elated over a good one. It never fails. Reviews are the mirrors in which we constantly check ourselves, however surreptitiously, and the Internet only ramps these inclinations up a notch. Years ago, a writer only heard from the public if someone at a cocktail party happened to recognize you from a television interview or a magazine profile. Now everyone – and I mean everyone – has a platform from which to declaim their opinions.

Sometimes this can be a bit daunting. But the occasional deliciously idiotic attack notwithstanding, I’ve been lucky, and even the negative remarks offer validation of a sort.

Actually, I enjoy the attacks. No, really. They’re so … intense. People have posted warnings that no one should buy my books because I’m “abnormal.” Got to love that. Others have publicly insisted that all my good reviews are evidence of a “conspiracy.” Hang on. It gets worse. And wackier. For weeks, one gentleman at a popular message board kept calling me “retarded,” really working himself up into a state. I’ve never been quite sure what the poor soul meant by this, but the level of discourse spoke volumes.

See what I mean? Validation.

I can’t help but believe that – at least to a certain extent – we are defined by the caliber of the people who hate us. What’s the Churchill quote? Something to the effect, that having enemies only proves that you stand for something. Trust me: there’s never been any shortage of people within the genre who were outraged by my work. Or sometimes just by my existence. Forget the writing. Apparently, even my opinions are radical. When I launched Uninvited Books and announced a goal of “celebrating literary distinction in dark fiction,” you would have thought I’d spit on the flag. Talk about hate mail. Yet all of our releases have garnered the most amazing feedback.

You can peruse some of this at www.UninvitedBooks.com.

The reviews for WILLY have been especially stirring, which I wasn’t expecting at all. It’s such an intensely idiosyncratic book. So personal. So complex.

But sometimes these things happen in the strangest way.

I believe I’d pretty much lost faith in WILLY by the time the book came out. There’s a lesson here, I know, about trusting in one’s process, but I’m still struggling to absorb it. (The damndest thing about personal growth is that you never get to stop.) I certainly wasn’t expecting much in the way of support from within the genre and figured horror critics, if they bothered to acknowledge the book at all, would simply blast it for being too subtle. (After all, my primary champions have always been drawn from the ranks of what we used to call the “little and literary” journals.) But the way it worked out, I’ve wound up feeling both chastened and inspired. 

The Press about WILLY:

http://www.dunbarauthor.com/page11.html

Still …

You wouldn’t think this needed to be such an issue. Is it so shocking a concept that horror should also be literature? Shouldn’t all works of fiction aspire to reach the highest levels?

Obviously, Henry James thought so. So did Edith Wharton and Willa Cather. For that matter, so did William Faulkner. Scores of authors come to mind, names to conjure with. Extraordinary talents have flourished in the darkness, artists of the caliber and diversity of Shirley Jackson and Ray Bradbury, Algernon Blackwood and D. H. Lawrence. Consider the works of Franz Kafka or Gustav Meyrink. What are they if not brilliant horror?

So why does the stigma of the L word still exist?

Why has horror devolved into the only genre where the word “literary” is routinely applied in a pejorative sense? I believe this has to do with a reactionary faction who feel empowered to dictate what the genre must be, who would rather see it dead than progressive. They’re the literary equivalent of the Tea Party members of Congress. And can you guess what sort of fiction such people enjoy? Let me give you a hint. It ain’t sophisticated. We’re pretty much talking ZOMBIE SHARK here. And so much of the genre has fallen into the habit of catering exclusively to their tastes. We could argue endlessly about when this happened or why, but what we can’t do is pretend it’s not the case. This mandated mediocrity – what I think of as “the rule of dumb” – has largely driven serious literary practitioners into the arms of noir and suspense and mystery and has had much the same effect on intelligent readers.

Be brave. A few intrepid souls still labor in the horror mines. Peter Straub and Thomas Ligotti, Laird Barron and Greg Gifune: such extraordinary talents are like beacons in the darkness. There are so many others. And lately the critics – weary of dross – have begun to appreciate gold again. Gradually, the readers are beginning to find their way back.

As I said, I’ve been lucky, and my luck seems to be holding. With WILLY continuing to attract attention, the new edition of MARTYRS & MONSTERS is already creating an impact of its own. Any writer who claims not to love this sort of thing is lying. In a world where artists perpetually struggle against terrible odds, just knowing that people out there appreciate your work can be all that keeps a writer going. So what if it’s a little weird?

All the best relationships always are …

Robert Dunbar is the author of the novels THE PINES, THE SHORE and WILLY and of the collection MARTYRS & MONSTERS. Find out more about his work at www.DunbarAuthor.com.