Hey, if the New Yorker can get away with it, then so can I.
Tremontaine, by Ellen Kushner, and others.
I'm a fan of Ellen Kushner's Riverside fantasy novels. This has a rather experimental provenance: a company called Serial Box is publishing stories on an app; their model is modern literate TV series such as The Wire or Game of Thrones. The first 'season' also was printed as a book, which was at my library, but there are three more 'seasons' of Tremontaine available on their app.
I think I'd have preferred a new novel just by Kushner, but there wasn't one, and this was definitely fun.
Ellen Kushner is insufficiently prolific as far as I'm concerned.
Found Audio, by N. J. Campbell
Found Audio is by a new-to-me small press called Two Dollar Radio based in Columbus, OH. This is the story of a journalist who freelances for extreme adventure/travel magazines. This unnamed journalist has three encounters in extreme situations. He can't document them upon his return to civilization and leave him questioning his own sanity. Religious experiences?
The stories are embedded in a frame tale that indicates that everybody who's heard these stories has died or disappeared. Well, I'm not. Yet. Or am I?
Quite well done, I thought. A blurb cites Borges and Jeff VanderMeer. Good cites, but I'd mention Philip Dick's novels of gnostic revelation, Ubik or Valis.
Where I Am
We were off to see a movie at TIFF Lightbox theatre the other day when it was sunny. It's not today, alas. But here's Toronto on a nice (though cold) late afternoon.