Marley’s Reviews > On Wings of Song > Status Update

This is one of the more bizarre things I've ever read, despite/because of the brilliant bits included. There's a Bel Canto revival going on involving castrati in blackface, there are machines that the very in-the-present-moment can sing their hearts out into and leave their bodies behind (but the "fairies" that do so are easily trapped staring into rotary engines for eternity), and New York is postindustrial.