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After an unspecified disaster, the future is quiet and analogue. Behind a doorway in the old town, a private library service flourishes. Signed up by the inscrutable Charlie, patrons subscribe to a membership they don't fully understand. Retro-tainment, existential eavesdropping, or the future of self-help? Whether heartbreak, a rainstorm, or habitual brittleness leads you to The Memory Library, your contributions can be accommodated. 'A dissociative, contrapuntal sci-fi that's also a paean to human connection. A novella by turns grounding and soaring that drew me back, after the final page, like a rich and changing memory.' - Briohny Doyle, Why We Are Here |
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