Before we do anything else, let’s just do a little awkward whirligig dance, praising the dark gods beyond the steps and saying huzzah and hooray, The Staircase in the Woods is now on the shelves of bookstores and libraries and, ideally, on your bookshelf or lurking on your digital device. And so I offer unto you your procurement options —
Signed and personalized from Doylestown Bookshop, or from any of the stores I’m visiting on tour — but also?
Bookshop.org, Kobo, libro.fm, B&N, Apple Books, Amz, PRH Website
There. With that out of the way, some brief thoughts.
It’s weird writing a book. You take all this time to write the first draft. Three months, six months, a year, whatever. Then it enters not one, but a series of chrysalises — subsequent drafts, developmental edit, copy-edits, page proofs, tweaks, covers, marketing plans, release plans, and then one day, in what feels like fucking forever since you wrote it, the book bursts free from that final chrysalis and — it’s the book! The one you wrote! It’s kind of maybe a butterfly now but it’s hard to tell because you’ve spent so long with it, and yet it’s been so long since you wrote it, it’s somehow both troublingly familiar and also alien at the same time? You hold it in your hands and stare it with an uncanny eye, whispering, “I know you. Don’t I?”
And then it gets weirder because while the first draft was for me, everything since then has been for someone else. And now, now, it’s all the way out there, in the world, and it’s not mine at all anymore, it’s yours.
Writing a book is this mad act of being lost and then finding your way but then getting lost again before getting found again before getting LOST AGAIN and around and around you go. Carousels and labyrinths.
And, one supposes, staircases to [REDACTED].
Anyway! It’s out! I hope you like it. Thanks to my agent, Stacia, for helping ensure it has its home — and thanks to Tricia, my editor, for helping shepherd me from what was a fascinating and essential Ship-of-Theseus-style edit, whereupon the second draft remains fundamentally the same as the first, yet also somehow, entirely different? And thanks too to the Del Rey team for helping make this book look as cool as it does. I’m a lucky boy.
What is it about?
It’s a book where I’m pretty protective of spoilers, so here I’ll just go with what the cover copy says, which is pretty much the core of it:
Five high school friends are bonded by an oath to protect one another no matter what.
Then, on a camping trip in the middle of the forest, they find something extraordinary: a mysterious staircase to nowhere.
One friend walks up—and never comes back down. Then the staircase disappears.
Twenty years later, the staircase has reappeared. Now the group returns to find the lost boy—and what lies beyond the staircase in the woods. . .
No, man, what is it really about?
Ohhh. I see what you’re asking. Like, what is it about about, right? Well. I don’t know! I mean, some of that is for you to decide. For me, at least, it’s about… friendship is magic? Friendship is also hard especially as an adult? About how getting lost is important, about how regret can be a terrible self-inflicted burden, about how how if we don’t unload our baggage once in a while it will probably kill us? I dunno. You read it and tell me. I’m still kind of dancing around it, seeing through different windows.
Why do I want it?
Because it’s guaranteed to make you happy and spiritually fulfilled and also if you don’t buy it I’ll cover you in ants OKAY FINE none of that is true.
It’s creepy, it’s escapist, it’s puzzley. It’s emotional and dark (maybe the darkest book I’ve written, though I never write without a gilding of some light, if only to frame out the darkness). It’s twisty and turny and weird.
Because it’s kind of a sister book to The Book of Accidents.
Because it has a few little… Easter Eggs connecting my other books.
Because horror is comforting, in its weird way?
Because books are a pretty good value in this economy, many hours of escape from the *gesticulates wildly* for a pretty low price?
BECAUSE I WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT OKAY
Are there trigger warnings?
Not formally, but I’m glad to offer what are, in my opinion, the triggers in the book, but I’m hiding them behind a ROT13 cipher so you can translate as you see fit in case you consider this stuff “spoilery” —
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Can I read people saying nice things about the book?
Sure!
The Guardian said this:
“Chuck Wendig’s The Staircase in the Woods (Del Rey) takes a seemingly straightforward format – ‘five teenagers went into the woods. Only four of them came out’ – and adds a healthy dose of horror to it. There’s the police investigation, of course, asking Lauren, Nick, Owen and Hamish what happened to Matty that night. But the four friends know that they’ll never be able to admit the truth – that a strange staircase appeared in the woods, and Matty walked up it and vanished at the top. Twenty years later, they have tried to forget what happened. ‘Don’t even think about it. Don’t think about that day. Don’t put his name in your mind.’ But they’re brought back together when the staircase reappears, and decide to go looking for the friend they abandoned years earlier. I won’t spoil what lies at the top, but it’s pleasingly nightmarish and very messed up. I’ll be honest: it’s more horror than thriller, so count yourself duly warned. But for all ye brave enough to enter here, it’s a deliciously scary tale of friendship and courage – as well as evil, murder and all that jazz.”
From Michael Patrick Hicks at FanFiAddict:
“The Staircase in the Woods is a shifty, shifting hodgepodge of inspirations that ultimately come together in unique, and uniquely infectious, ways, inside and out. It cuts and crawls its way into you, burrowing into your heart and mind, twisting and changing as it grows deeper inside you, and isn’t that just the best kind of horror?”
From Anna Dupre at Capes and Tights:
“To say this is a haunting novel is a vast understatement with every choice existing as a ghost that lingers much longer than the turn of the page.
In what feels like an autopsy of the idea friendship itself, The Staircase in the Woods leaves a resonant notion that speaks to each reader individually, a truly haunting narrative. This is a novel that revels in the darkest corners of any room, transcending the strange to deliver an emotionally tumultuous journey of complex friendship. While there is plenty to love on the surface of this story, the underlying tones, reckonings, and reflections of each character echo with a resounding force, compounding to form one remarkable narrative. Harrowing for all the right reasons, The Staircase in the Woods gives depth to the topics we would rather leave shallow.”
From Rob Bedford at SFFWorld —
“Over the past half-decade or so, Chuck Wendig has risen to the very top of my must-buy, favorite horror writers (not that he writes only horror, but most of his stuff has at least a dark undercurrent to it). The Staircase in the Woods helps to cement his writing near or at the top of that list and is a delightful, emotional, resonant, terrifying novel.”
Oh and did I mention all the very lovely blurbs for which I am grateful?
“Chuck Wendig weaves his magic once more, turning a lonely staircase in the woods into a searing, propulsive, dread-filled exploration of the horrors of knowing and being known.”—Kiersten White, author of Hide and Lucy Undying
“Chuck Wendig is the Frank Lloyd Wright of horror, and here’s his masterstroke of malaise. The Staircase in the Woods is a true blueprint for terror.”—Clay McLeod Chapman, author of Wake Up and Open Your Eyes
“[A] masterclass in character . . . Unputdownable, with imagery that cuts like a knife—this is Chuck Wendig at the top of his game.”—Thomas Olde Heuvelt, author of HEX and Darker Days
“Chuck Wendig has given us another stunner. The Staircase in the Woods is as mysterious, alluring, heartbreaking, ever-shifting, and unnervingly powerful as the nature of friendship itself.”—Nat Cassidy, author of When the Wolf Comes Home and Mary
“Heart-wrenching and anxiety-inducing. Like if the crew from King’s IT were thrown into the chaotic hallways of Danielewski’s House of Leaves, The Staircase in the Woods will become lodged in your mind, if you let it in.”—Jenny Kiefer, author of This Wretched Valley
“Chuck Wendig has crafted a very sinister take on the familiar urban legend. Highly original and deeply disturbing, this one will stick with you.”—Gwendolyn Kiste, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of Reluctant Immortals and The Haunting of Velkwood
“The Staircase in the Woods is delicious disorienting and deeply captivating. It will pull at the threads of your psyche in the best way until you feel like you just emerged from the most exquisite nightmare.”—Alaina Urquhart, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Butcher Game
“A searching portrait of four friends trying to find the things we all tend to lose as we grow older: faith, direction, hope, happiness, purpose . . . That’s the heart of Chuck Wendig’s work in these pages, and to read a book that illuminates such profound human truths is very rare indeed.”—Nick Cutter, bestselling author of The Troop
Are you going on tour with this book?
Heck yeah —
(Hope to see you along the way! Except you, over there. You know who you are. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID.) Links to the events can be found here.
“Chuck, what can I do to help?”
Supporting the book is huge, and that can come in a variety of non-exclusive, non-exhaustive ways — you can review the book, you can tell your friends and family and foes, you can ask your local library to carry it, you can order it from your local indie bookstore and buy 500 copies and then use those copies to build a staircase in the woods that you walk up and then jump off of into [REDACTED] and y’know, yeah, there are a lot of cool ways. Even just sharing this post around helps.
Whatever the case, I am grateful for readers like yourselves who read these books and care about them and share the book love around. I only get to exist by the fortune and grace of your reading attention, so for that — thank you so very much, and I’ll see you on the other side.
