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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.

Feb 11, 2018

"I began to feel very ill at ease. At first I thought it was simply the closeness of the room.... But then I felt a strange creeping within my clothes and understood that all the hairs on my back were standing up."
 
Have you ever felt the presence of evil? Is your intuition trustworthy? What exactly is evil,...


Jan 28, 2018

"I placed my hand in the shoe, and stuck my finger through the hole. But it didn’t emerge from the shoe.... After six tries, I realized the problem: my forefinger had entered another dimension."

 
If a humble piece of footwear is a portal to an alien universe, the world must be full of mystery and wonder! Or am I just...


Jan 14, 2018

"It was last spring, early, when I fell in love with the ferret woman. The first beautiful day, exquisite whirlybird of a sunny blue day, and I’m in the park, lying on the lawn."

 
Where does obsession come from? Why do people have pet ferrets? And shouldn't somebody warn the boyfriend?


Dec 27, 2017

"Stuva Grundlig stood on a bluff overlooking the sea. This was a sign, this winking moon. Tomorrow they would go."

The need for quality may call for heroic measures. What would you do if your home couldn't weather the rain?


Dec 10, 2017

"The interior of the Goldmine Casino was a realm all its own, row after row of slot machines bracing the floor, a steady current of beeps and buzzes, flashing lights...."

 
Some realities seem entirely unreal... whatever that means. And some of us like to flirt with disaster, driven by glittery dreams. Do you?