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The Strange Recital

The Strange Recital is an audio anthology of short fiction. It is not genre-specific and delights in perceptions of reality that warp and fold in unexpected ways. The literary works we showcase might be odd, humorous, or surreal.... They might remind you of Borges, Nabokov, Kafka, Pynchon. Or none of the above.
 
Each podcast episode features one writer and runs about 20 minutes. It includes a story reading – the Recital – a brief musical interlude, and an author interview with a twist – the Post Recital. Subscribe to get a new episode twice a month. It's free.

Oct 7, 2018

"He'd been working quietly on a memoir of his own, but suddenly saw that memoir, once the noblest of genres, would be forever tainted by the mendacity of fraudsters...."
 
If fiction is unbelievable, maybe that means it's actually true! But what would Oprah Winfrey say?


Sep 23, 2018

“Lately when people ask me how much longer I have on parole, I respond that I am practically on parole for life.”
 
An artist whose name is a diamond, trapped in an Orwellian nightmare. Or a petty criminal getting justice. Which is it?
 
(Photo by Patrick Simons 2013)


Sep 9, 2018

"Christopher and Mary were looking for a place to have a picnic, not for a house, when they drove down the overgrown lane..."

A young couple bring life and love to an abandoned house--just what it needs. But what if there are residents that only the cat can see? And what does mistletoe have to do with it?


Aug 19, 2018

"He was an ordinary German, walking one night on a Berlin street, near where he lived, when a car turned the corner and followed alongside him at a crawl...."

 
Called by The Führer to work on the greatest movie ever made: World War II! But how do you complete your mission when reality turns very very strange?


Aug 5, 2018

"My earliest memory, one that I will never forget, is of being awakened from sleep, summoned up out of warm subterranean darkness by a hand on my shoulder...."

 
At last, a confession. Perhaps beauty is the life force... but where's the border between mendacity and veracity? And what is "anamnesis"?