Did you notice that there aren’t any mirrors in here?
John Biscello’s 5th novel, The Last Furies, is a redolent, speculative box of matches; evoking his characters mosaiced spiritual reckonings; disjointed love triangles and haunted house of mirrors; in a taut avant-garde and hybrid-writing-form which boldly experiments with poetry and prose that is both lyric narrative and dreamscape, not unlike Elizabeth Smart’s surrealist prose poem novel By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept.
With a background in screen-writing, these influences are Biscello’s nod to cinema and emphasis on art and visual components, often eschewing traditional formatting, in keeping with surrealist writer Mikhail Bulgakov’s style, to explore emotion and spiritual quests, without typical rule-book. The publishers, Lost Telegram Press, have created an artbook with interior postcard, to complement this fragmentary style, where cinematic-scene-play, sits with a lush dream-style, reminiscent of French New Wave in its refusal to explain itself. A screen-play within a novel, permitting entry from our own ubiquitous world, to this discomfiting navarre.
Biscello utilizes elaborate world-building images; icons, tarot and psychological-affliction, to represent erasure by the passing and haunting of nonsequential time. His philosophical introspection engages readers to question abstractions of identity, with narratives taking inner journeys. Those phantasmagoric elements are not simply beguiling to consume, but serve as totems to explore more multiplex themes concerning society. A blurring of reality into dream state, permits Biscello to draw on less prosaic narratives and convention, to explore camouflaged-themes of reality and perception, not unlike Aldous Huxley’s eponymous book. This results in an unsettling atmosphere exemplifying humanities primal fear of chaos and instability, where we mislay our ability to comprehend truth; seeing instead, the fragility of reality through surrealism.
Viola felt as if she were watching a scene from a film that had never been made, in a time and a place that had never existed.
Surrealism in film attempted the same; film-makers endeavored to tap into the unconscious mind, harnessing the seeming illogic of dream state, to reject norms of rationalism and conventional storytelling. Biscello employs kindred jarring, symbolic imagery; borrowing film-techniques of non-linear editing in how he writes, to disorientate and provoke deeper consideration. His writing mirrors surrealists attempts to revolutionize cinema from passive diversion, into a tool exploring hidden desires, fears, and different layers of reality, beyond usual consciousness, much as writer/artist Leonora Carrington did. Biscello invites us to suspend time and merge histories, with less scene-breaks and; “intimately swapped semblances of reality.”
The Furies is part memory and nostalgia, part journey toward grasping identity and a powerful social commentary on the absurdity of the crushing weight of tradition, in a similar vein to Jorge Luis Borges and Gabriel García Márquez. “Why so much fear of masks? Because the tears we cry burns acid through em which devours our skin.” All writers consider ‘the unreliable selfhood’ whereby phantasmagoric storytelling skews perceptions of reality, based on mis-en-scene’s instability. These fantastical disparate elements and gathering of icons, mirror a deeper psychological break; considering trauma and madness as part in any stories tapestry.
Biscello’s startling evocation of spectral vaudeville alongside theater, draws these influences to break free of the mortal actors’ stage, weighing his character’s inner-lives beyond performance. Questions of where we go when we exceed our fictional-lives, can be applied to the reader as much as fictional-character, because as a universal question, in an increasing artificial reality, we’re already experiencing this disassociation. With a mystical radio that can defy time and space, through main protagonists, Viola, Evie and Arturo; an actress, playwright, and poet, Biscello engages phantasmagorical means to transcend history and ask germane questions. Considerations of whether technology is dreamed into existence, or means of entering a private esthetic, creating an immersive atmospheric dreamworld and interfacing like radio-waves do? What was once disparate, permits us to see differently; against an allegorical shamanistic universe, seeking the unknown, in a collectivized unconsciousness.
Biscello possesses no literary canon or convention; his surrealist annotations stir in evocative desertscapes, whose inhabitants exist as characters from Tarot, poetry, Joan-of-Arc inspired suicide cults, mystics and artistic-outsiders. Carl Theodore Dreyer’s 1928 silent film The Passion of Joan of Arc, is one of the fundamental components in The Furies; intersecting narrative, whereby Artaud, claimed his ouvre; “was intended to reveal Joan as the victim of one of the most terrible of all perversions: the perversion of a divine principle in its passage through the minds of men, whether they be Church, Government, or what you will.” These metamorphic tours through the mutable wilds of persona, are backdrops for profound undertone, alongside an erudite exploration of unreality, mirroring the character’s inner-world. The novel’s atmosphere itself, becomes a character, with its own influence.
Phantasmagorical novels operate on the impossible and illogical, rarely explaining anomalous events within their narrative. Releasing the need for a clear set of rules for their magical system; magical realism can feature fantastical events, in the real-world, utilizing ghosts and prophecy in a philosophical, puzzle-like introspection They explore vertiginous intellectual conceits, not least; parallel realities, which permit the fantastical to be plausible. The bizarre metamorphosis of protagonists, slipping into a phantasmagorical realm, allow obscure magical elements like a radio, to be key tools in exploring more psychological themes of isolation and belonging.
Biscello’s reality is a threshold hallucination, considering individual perceived reality, against a shared universe outside the laws of time, ultimately begging us to imagine, what would we find? Both in ourselves and without.
Phaedra, Phaedra, was it all a dream?
I’m now sealed in and withering
Having lost the golden key.
Candice Louisa Daquin is the author of several poetry collections, and her debut novel, The Cruelty, will be released on November 25th, 2025 (FlowerSong Press).