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Echolalia

  Goooood morning southside Niagara! I’m DJ Saul Qual and today’s Tuesday, October 29th. We’re rocking a comfortable ten degrees today as the sun is shining down on our beautiful little region, and we have quite the lineup for you today in terms of fresh tracks, so stay tuned! On top of that we have a couple guests here that will be sure to make your skin crawl for Halloween this Thursday, so keep the dial set and stay spooky Niagara! Much love.  “Goooood morning southside Niagara! Goooood morning southside Niagara! Goooood morning southside Niagara!” “Okay sweetie, that’s enough.” Jayda sighed. Her hands held onto the steering wheel much harder than she intended, but she found herself wearing thin. This was both a mental and physical exercise. She reminded herself that she loved her son and that the affliction he dealt with - that they all dealt with - was not of his choosing. There were days when Jayda felt terrible about feeling that way. She knew her son was on the spectr

Using supplementary material as world-building in fiction

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I’ve recently finished a novel by debut author Dawnie Walton called The Final Revival of Opal & Nev . It’s a novel about an editor composing a story about the infamous musical duo Opal & Nev - and a disastrous artist showcase gone awry through the seeds of racism - using nothing but interview transcripts, news articles and reviews, editor’s notes, and song lyrics. All of it is totally fictitious, by the way, zeroing in on a primarily white punk scene in Detroit and New York City throughout the 70’s. Sure, Walton mentions real artists from time to time, but she does so in a way that builds upon this myth she has constructed around the main duo. Too, Walton seems fixed on navigating race in this tumultuous time period, and for the most part, the novel works extremely well.  What I found particularly fascinating was Walton’s use of supplementary material to tell the story - and by this, I mean the various letters, lyrics, and transcripts she throws together as if she’s writing fro