Monthly Archives: September 2013

Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, September 29:

Our excitement about the bridge does not wane.  We can talk of nothing else.

The water is clearer there, someone says, pale blue like bathwater, and the beds of the rivers are littered with transparent stones like glass.  Do not drink from the rivers, or you will never want to leave.  The buildings are all outsized, big and pale and very smooth, and they reflect the light like mirrors made of polished milk. There are fireworks every night and lithe creatures with blind-white eyes roam the pine forests, stalking prey by sound through the brush.

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Speakeasy Dollhouse

OK, I love this.

Artist Cynthia von Buhler created dollhouse miniatures to try to solve her bootlegger grandfather’s 1935 murder.  The result is Speakeasy Dollhouse, which grew from a series of dollhouse sets to an “immersive experience” theater project (seems a bit in line with Sleep No More, perhaps?).  As a big fan of Frances Glessner Lee’s fantastic Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death (which von Buhler acknowledges were a big influence on her own project), and, really, anything related to historical murder mysteries in general, this sounds pretty amazing.

You can read an interview with von Buhler over at Salon, in which she talks about transmedia storytelling, curiosity, and family secrets.

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Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, September 22, 2013:

From time to time, someone will try to get across.  Bridges have been proposed, but all have failed. Several famous expeditions have tried to climb down the sheer edge of the divide, hoping that when they reached the bottom they would be able to walk across and climb up the other side, but by all accounts there is no bottom to reach.  Those who set out walking in search of the place where the two sides meet have never returned.  Every few years someone goes up in a hang glider or biplane and tries to navigate the air, but the winds are too strong.  The more direct don’t bother with equipment at all, simply hurl themselves over the edge.

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Sunday Six

To crib from a trend I’ve seen going around Tumblr recently, I’m going to try sharing six sentences from a writing project I’m working on every Sunday.  So, here goes:

The girl in her bed was a body.  Not, at first, a person, only a configuration of limbs.  Perhaps she even thought it was dead—until, standing there in the doorway, she recognized its breathing, its livingness.

She felt in that moment dizzy with improbability.  To come home after several days away (and where had she been, exactly? that is still a mystery) to some strange dark shape sleeping on her sheets—who expects that circumstance?  What should one do?

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Hello again

So I’m going to try and pick up posting here again, after my little time away.  However, I don’t think I can sustain the daily schedule I was sticking to before.  My goal right now is to try to make meaningful updates a couple of times a week, so we’ll see how that goes.

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Review of TGK’s First Issue

I’m delighted to say that The Golden Key received its first review today, over at The Review Review. You can read Maria Gabriela Munoz’s lovely four-star review of our first volume, the “sharp things” issue, here.

And then, if you haven’t already, you can read issue one here.

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