Put in simple terms, Network Writing is writing in the digital age. It's collaborative, piecemealed, spiderwebbed way of writing that can incorporate varied platforms, media, and authors into a single cohesive final product. As a concept, this kind of literature is appealing to me -at the very least in a morbid curiosity- because of how faithful it seems a creator would have to be in the final product. Everyone's done a group project at one point or another and had to pray to whatever they believe in for the groupmates to finish their portions of the work; In this Network format, even if there is a solo authorship you still must find that same elusive faith.
Flight Paths was a great example of this faith: two seemingly unrelated stories told by multiple creators across several webpages somehow come together to make a satisfying narrative cohesion. As an aside, Flight Paths was a wonderfully strange story.
The Unknown, while less my cup of tea, was an even more extreme example of this piecemealing. I clicked through, reading as I went while making a very conscious effort to not obsess over finding every single link this time. Somewhere in the middle I ended up on Shakespeare, bastardized in a weird modern way that was kind of funny but mostly just weird. It's fun. Strange fun.
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