What happened?

In late 2021, we noticed that something fishy was going on at Farrago HQ. After some digging, we realized that Farrago's Wainscot (and a number of other domains) had succumbed to the digital version of existential dread. The sites were absolutely gone, ripped from the cozy hidey-holes where they'd lived for fifteen years. The files were irretrievable, and the host was no help.

With some help from our friends at Underland Press, we started salvaging what we could from our own backups and from sites like the Wayback Machine. We recovered about 75% of the files* — Farrago's Wainscot has always been a mosaic of thousands of tiny files and images. We transferred the domain to a safer, friendlier host, and we backed up the archives.

So what happens next? While we aren't actively publishing at the Wainscot anymore, a lot of that old material is gold, authored by some of today's coolest working writers who were, at the time, starry-eyed dreamers with big, weird stories. Some of our Wainscot alum are no longer with us. For these reasons, we need to put as much of it back as we can. So, we're creating The Farrago's Wainscot Experience, a museum of the Old Man's treasures that approximates the original site, with a bit of commentary here and there. We'll make the original manuscripts available for those files we couldn't recover.

It'll take a minute. We never expected to have to do this, but it also feels like just about the most Farrago's Wainscot thing that could possibly happen. So stay tuned. The Old Man abides.

*For narrative reasons, The Oneiromantic Mosaic of Harry Potemkin will not be part of the Farrago's Wainscot Experience. The print edition is Harry's preferred method of getting into your brain.