Friday, October 29


Is there no end to this Aurorarama ballyhoo? Following the last trend in advertisement, someone made this book trailer for the U.S market. What will they do next ? A phantascopic adaptation ? 
Meanwhile, the rumours that this romance originated in the inner circle of the Regent-Doge, as a ploy to break our political isolation are getting somewhat louder, although it looks like more like an idea that the Council of Commerce and Customs could come up with, as another desperate way to bring tourists and revenue to the city. 

Wednesday, October 27


Towering figures of the local  Adlivun (or “underground”) Scene, Kelvin Budd-Jones and Bob "Cape" Dorset have teamed once again to offer you "Song for New Venice", an electromagnetic anthem that is both patriotic and melancholy (as befits our paradoxical patriotism - exiled as we are in our own distant land.)

Signed on Piqsiporq recordings, it should be released as both a celluloid cylinder and single-sided 7"  78 rpm record.

John Linko


This was bound to happen.

Given the amazing success of Aurorarama, the wildly inaccurate chronicle of our recent “poletical” turmoil written by a certain Jean-Christophe Valtat — every New Venice News reader knows who hides behind this transparent pen name—, it was only a matter of time before various subarctic penspushers, with moral standards as low as their latitude, flood the market with their own dubious versions of the tale, often maimed beyond recognition.

As its title eloquently indicates, The Auroraphone by Cyrus Cole (1890) does not even try to dissimulate its utter opportunism. It showcases a machine which, its excuse to communicate with Saturn nothwisthstanding, is a dead ringer for the Aurorarama: powered by the “tremulous streamers of the Aurora Borealis”, it eventually conveys reproductions of historical battles !

I hope that you are proud of yourself, Mr Cole. One can only wish that your own original ideas- — such as these artificial men called “dummies” revolting against their human creators— will be mercilessly pilfered in turn by hacks as unprincipled as you are.

Mikael Schmornoff