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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.

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?


Nov 26, 2017

"Following a Newtonian law of incarceration, the court officer clamped the cuffs on him with a force equal to his show of resistance...."

Two men meet in a jail cell... circumstance juxtaposed. What exactly is this thing called "chance" that separates one person's fate from another?


Nov 12, 2017

"On the border between Millbrook and Pleasant Valley, just off Route 44, there’s a little patch of woods where my boyfriend hanged himself."

A visitor from the other side... real or hallucination? Should you heed their message? Yes or no, it's already written in the script.


Oct 22, 2017

"In an idle moment, I recently punched in the power button on my television set. Something curious happened..."
 
Is your TV a time machine? Can a wild party be entirely digital? In Woodstock, anything is possible.


Oct 9, 2017

"Three horses cantered across the plain: a grey Arabian, a Palomino and a Roan. Their riders wore spacesuits... but this was not the moon."

 
Books and old instruments. Extinct beasts. Can there be a wealth of detail but a paucity of meaning? Where is the border between sense and nonsense?