Greetings, travelers. The Otherworld is vast, and each week we take paths to new lands and experiences. These are stories that bend the very fabric of how we think about narrative, memory, and art. Today, our journey takes us not to a kingdom or battlefield, but to a reel of film that should not exist. We’ll look at a ghost of cinema spliced together from a lost time. If that has you intrigued, read on to learn more about The Silver Cut.
Author Matthew Chenoweth Wright’s The Silver Cut is not just a story, but an artifact from a fractured history. Readers enter through the light of a vanished projector, only to discover shadows that walk away on their own, appendices that lie to the reader, and transcripts of events that may never have happened. If this sounds wild and strange, it’s because it absolutely is, but in the best ways possible. Matthew and his assistant, Millie, put together a world within the context of this book that really has to be read to be experienced. It’s as eccentric as it is exciting, and it captivates throughout.
“She stood in the stage light. Her shadow walked away.”
Long thought lost, The Silver Cut is a novel that reads like a recovered artifact—an interdimensional detective story, a ghost film that never screened, a recursive elegy to art, memory, and madness. Centered on the mysterious production of a 1924 film from the now-defunct Studio 88, the book spirals through decades of vanished actors, censored footage, secret séances, court transcripts, restoration efforts gone horribly awry, and evidence that the film may have never existed at all—or may be still filming itself.
Port Rupert, the seaside town that appears in the film and nowhere else on any map, becomes a vortex: drawing in projectionists, physicists, government agencies, film students, and lunatics alike. The screenplay mutates. The shadows act without their bodies. A girl disappears on camera and continues walking through history.
Blending the cerebral metaphysics of Philip K. Dick, the recursive storytelling of Borges, and the paradoxical physics of Robert Heinlein, The Silver Cut is part archive, part séance, part machine that watches you back. What begins as a lost film becomes a found myth—and possibly a trap.
Every so often, a novel refuses to behave like one. Wright’s The Silver Cut is one of those rare works. It’s eerie, cerebral, and alive in a way that unsettles as much as it fascinates. For readers who crave stories that blur the line between history and invention, narrative and nightmare, this book offers an experience unlike any other. It’s one that encourages its audience on, page by page, and it’s unlikely to be forgotten after its read. Now is a great time to dive into the works of this brilliant storyteller, and this is a great place to start. Check out The Silver Cut, by Matthew Chenoweth Wright, on Amazon today!
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If you ever run across a copy of the silver cut, immediately notify the authorities. Do not screen it. Repeat: do not for the love of God screen this movie. We are trying to make sure that everybody knows that this is not healthy to view, this is not some creepypasta or a hoax. This film can be damaging to the psyche and should not be viewed by anybody.