Before turning to fiction, Elias D. Thorn edited literary and science magazines in Shanghai and advised ventures across Asia and the United States, later ranking among the world’s top 100 life insurance advisors.
Now, he mostly talks to trees.
His journey to Madwood began in South America, where he once saw old fence posts—dead lumber hammered into dry soil—sprouting strange green shoots as if they had something left to prove.
When he returned home, he parked himself beneath a camphor tree and stopped reading, eating, or watching the news. He just wrote. For years.
Madwood became both his remedy and his wound.
He wrote beneath a camphor tree, listening until silence spoke back.
