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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 25 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.

Jul 7, 2019

"I mixed my first martini at five. The morphine was taking its toll. The ceiling receded and the window looked out over the sea. The nurses appeared to be made of wire, sculpted..."

An artist trapped in a desert town in wartime. Or is it hospice? Pencils, doors, bottles, an ancient brass lamp... and the high cost of...

Jun 23, 2019

"The apartment brought her a new sense of calm. She thought of it as her cocoon. Her husband's death had now moved into her back brain and settled down."

She is frozen, hurt by deaths of various sorts... until one becomes the door to a life change. Listen... do you hear the colors?

Jun 2, 2019

"There is no future. This is not pessimism but the borderland of science, where time is only the present tense."
A man's voice deep in the night... is anybody listening but you? City streets at dawn... those other humans... apostasy, enigma. Are you as real as you think you are?

May 19, 2019

"The self-styled philosopher with whom I share this little concrete cage tells me this: a normal life is like, say, a fancy ring with jewels."
A young man ponders big questions.... Who controls the chain of events? How on earth did he end up here?

May 5, 2019

"That night at the dinner table he brought it out and set it down beside her plate. Doris stared at it, her hand to her mouth."
A bit of early PKD madness... a selfish husband, an antique clock. Where exactly does the little cuckoo go? Can he see into your soul?