Shelley Jackson

Riddance: Or: The Sybil Joines Vocational School for Ghost Speakers & Hearing-Mouth Children

Sprecher: Johnson, Allyson

• MP3-CD

Produktdetails

• Verlag: HighBridge Audio
• Gesamtlaufzeit: 850 Min.
• Altersempfehlung: ab 15 Jahre
• Erscheinungstermin: 14. November 2018
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781665128827
• Artikelnr.: 61481797

Autorenporträt

Shelley Jackson was born in the Philippines, raised in Berkeley, California, and currently lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband, her daughter, and a three–legged dog. She received a B.A. in art from Stanford University and an M.F.A. in creative writing from Brown University. She is the author of the short story collection The Melancholy of Anatomy, the novel Half Life, the hypertext novel Patchwork Girl, several children’s books, and “Skin,” a story published in tattoos on the skin of more than 2,000 volunteers. She teaches in the graduate writing program at The New School.

Inhaltsangabe

Editor's Introduction
1
Final Dispatch: "Borne on racing white-streaked black . . ."
The Stenographer's Story: "The Headmistress's tiny, tinny voice has fallen
silent."
Readings: My Childhood
Letters to Dead Authors, #1: Melville: "You will not have heard of me . .
."
2
Final Dispatch: "Someone is missing, a child is missing, calamity . . ."
The Stenographer's Story: "Another pause. The room is quiet, though today's
events have left their spoor . . ."
Readings: from a Visitor's Observations: How I Conceived the Plan to Visit
the Vocational School; On the Architecture of the Vocational School
Letters to Dead Authors, #2: Melville: "It has come to my attention that
you are dead."
3
Final Dispatch: "[Extended static, several words indistinct] . . . someone
is missing . . ."
The Stenographer's Story: "'Wake up!' The Intake Coordinator, if that was
what she was . . ."
Readings: from Principles of Necrophysics: The Mechanics of Channeling the
Dead
Letters to Dead Authors, #3: Brontë (Charlotte): "I am-but I shall not
introduce myself."
4
Final Dispatch: "It is easy to forget what you are about, in the land of
the dead . . ."
The Stenographer's Story: "I traipsed dumbly around behind Florence . . ."
Readings: from a Visitor's Observations: On Eating and Other Oral
Activities; On Methods of Listening
Letters to Dead Authors, #4: Charlotte: "I have seized my Eve, my 'v'!"
5
Final Dispatch: "But if we are all dead, then there is certainly no rush .
. ."
The Stenographer's Story: "Mother Other was waiting in the hall when I
emerged . . ."
Readings: from a Visitor's Observations: On Methods of Listening
Readings: The Analphabetical Choir
Letters to Dead Authors, #5: Hawthorne: "I stop by the dormitory at night
to imagine the ghosts rushing in and out . . ."
6
Final Dispatch: "The road, the ravine, the fields, the . . ."
The Stenographer's Story: "No, no, no, no, no! I said, listen with your
mouth."
Readings: from The Principles of Necrophysics: A Report on Certain Curious
Objects . . .
Letters to Dead Authors, #6: E. A. Poe: "A faint hissing-snow . . ."
7
Final Dispatch: "I had never seen a person looking the way she looked . .
."
The Stenographer's Story: "She sweeps down the hall, her heavy skirts . .
."
Readings: from a Visitor's Observations: On Punishment; On Play
Letters to Dead Authors, #7: Brontë (Emily): "Doctor Beede tells me, one
finger probing greedily . . ."
8
Final Dispatch: "I have just spent a summer in my mother's hand."
The Stenographer's Story: "I was lying in my bed, putting in a little extra
practice."
Readings: from a Visitor's Observations: On Play
Readings: Consuetudinary of the Word Church
Letters to Dead Authors, #8: Mary Shelley: "Intermediate Death Studies. The
students bend their heads . . ."
9
Final Dispatch: "So I am back at the beginning of the chase."
The Stenographer's Story: "I swim up from sleep, frowning . . ."
Readings: from a Visitor's Observations: On Certain Objects in the
Collection; On Articles of Dress; A Secret
Letters to Dead Authors, #9: Stoker: "My voice weakens. It seems to sink
back . . ."
10
Final Dispatch: "This is how it happened."
The Stenographer's Story: "It is customary in telling stories from school .
. ."
Readings: from a Visitor's Observations: On Articles of Dress
Readings: Early Dispatches from the Land of the Dead
Letters to Dead Authors, #10: Mina Harker: "Now it is my mother whose voice
I seemed to hear."
11
Final Dispatch: "[Crackling] Where am I?"
The Stenographer's Story: "I have told how I gained a reputation as a
necronaut . . ."
Readings: from a Visitor's Observations: A Secret on the Patois of the
Vocational School
Letters to Dead Authors, #11: Jephra: "I believe I addressed my last letter
to a fictional character."
12
Final Dispatch: "[Static, three to four sentences indistinct] . . . thought
it was a piano factory . . ."
The Stenographer's Story: "The months passed, the years."
Readings: Documentarian of the Dead
Letters to Dead Authors, #12: Herman: "Something is going on in my school
that I don't understand."
13
Final Dispatch: "I am down at the swampy verge of our lawn . . ."
The Stenographer's Story: "The voice crackles, drops out, returns as pure
sound . . ."
Readings: from a Visitor's Observations: On the Patois of the Vocational
School
Readings: Report on a Cemetery
Letters to Dead Authors, #13: Ishmael: "I have grown gaunt-no one knows how
gaunt . . ."
14
Final Dispatch: "Well, here we are again in my office. It looks real . . ."
The Stenographer's Story: "There is an excellent private sanatorium in
Pittsfield . . ."
Readings: from The Principles of Necrophysics: The Structure of the
Necrocosmos
Letters to Dead Authors, #14: Jane E.: "I have had a disappointment."
15
Final Dispatch: "Do you hear it too? That low, cool, reasonable voice . .
."
The Stenographer's Story: "The alarm, though we did not recognize it for
what it was . . ."
Readings: from a Visitor's Observations: On the Difficulty of My Task
Readings: from Interviews with the Dead: Or, Luncheon with a Spirit Medium
Letters to Dead Authors, #15: Jane: "At first my Theatrical Spectacle bid
fair to be another disappointment . . ."
16
Final Dispatch: "I flew like a phoenix out of the fire, and like a phoenix
I was reborn . . ."
The Stenographer's Story: "The water went down, leaving the grass all
slicked with mud."
Readings: from a Visitor's Observations: On the Difficulty of My Task; A
Private Conversation
Letters to Dead Authors, #16: Bartleby: "The story may have already reached
you . . ."
17
Final Dispatch: "The inspector set his hat on the spindly-legged occasional
table . . ."
The Stenographer's Story: "Reader, she was dead."
Editor's Afterword
Appendix A: Last Will and Testament
Appendix B: Instructions for Saying a Sentence
Appendix C: Ectoplasmoglyphs #1-40