Late Night Radio
Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Adventure, Fiction & Literature, Historical
| Author: | Mike Kennedy | ISBN: | 9781310012976 |
| Publisher: | Mike Kennedy | Publication: | November 24, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Mike Kennedy |
| ISBN: | 9781310012976 |
| Publisher: | Mike Kennedy |
| Publication: | November 24, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Time traveler Orson Welles leaves our present day for the 1930's and has the career that today we know him by. But how come we don't remember him broadcasting in Manhattan in 2018? And how else has history changed that we've lost track of? And why don't we call this place New York City any longer?
The year is 1641. The Dutch Republic has claimed the Hudson, inventing wampum as currency for the beaver trade. Market forces unleash the dark side of the fearsome Five Nations of the Iroquois. The forest explodes, depopulating the Ohio Valley. Amid the mayhem, one certain murder, one very particular murder, cosseted among the various brittle parchments at the New York Historical Society, is interrupted. Because of this, we soon will not call this place New York City any longer.
July 4th 1939 celebrated storyteller Orson Welles reconstructs events for the Associated Press with a frame tale of Manhattan, melding ages past with those to come, a synergy of voice and concept braiding the method of Poe with those of Heinlein and Phillip K Dick.
In a few days, the statue on the plaza will depict someone else besides the general who shelled Atlanta. New York City's historical record of 1641 tells us of a Weckquaesgeek’s murder of revenge at Turtle Bay on Dutch Manhatta. Somehow, the Indian must be allowed his murder and the Dutchman Switts must die.
Time traveler Orson Welles leaves our present day for the 1930's and has the career that today we know him by. But how come we don't remember him broadcasting in Manhattan in 2018? And how else has history changed that we've lost track of? And why don't we call this place New York City any longer?
The year is 1641. The Dutch Republic has claimed the Hudson, inventing wampum as currency for the beaver trade. Market forces unleash the dark side of the fearsome Five Nations of the Iroquois. The forest explodes, depopulating the Ohio Valley. Amid the mayhem, one certain murder, one very particular murder, cosseted among the various brittle parchments at the New York Historical Society, is interrupted. Because of this, we soon will not call this place New York City any longer.
July 4th 1939 celebrated storyteller Orson Welles reconstructs events for the Associated Press with a frame tale of Manhattan, melding ages past with those to come, a synergy of voice and concept braiding the method of Poe with those of Heinlein and Phillip K Dick.
In a few days, the statue on the plaza will depict someone else besides the general who shelled Atlanta. New York City's historical record of 1641 tells us of a Weckquaesgeek’s murder of revenge at Turtle Bay on Dutch Manhatta. Somehow, the Indian must be allowed his murder and the Dutchman Switts must die.
