Richard Holeton

The new cover page for my hypertext novel "Figurski at Findhorn on Acid" features a direct link to John Barber's radio adaptation of the novel from Re-Imagined Radio ("LISTEN NOW"), now fully integrated into the site, all courtesy of the Electronic Literature Lab.

The Goreman Gelders had been undeterred by the groans that followed every BEEP!, or the shivering of grak-enhanced suppressed laughter, or the tear-streaked cheeks of their audience. They resolutely completed the 33-slide filmstrip and opened the floor for questions, but hearing none, they quietly packed up their projector and screen, smoothed down their skinny ties and rebuttoned their nondescript suit jackets. “Nice tapestries,” said the younger Gelder, somewhat longingly . . .

Weasel is following me, panting, on hands and knees, through a passage we call Route 66, even though it’s only a hundred feet long, the diameter of a barrel hoop, and made of clay. “Do you think I want to die in here?” I say. #experimental fiction #futurism #survival #dystopian