A book literally serialized post by post. Awesome.
There’s a mystery unfolding in the East Village.
An unknown writer is serializing his or her new whodunit on the neighborhood’s streets, posting each page on a different lamppost.
Although the direction of the plot is difficult to make sense of at this point, given the quirky publishing platform, the book, titled “Holy Crap,” appears to concern a narrator who just became a parent.
“No. No thank you. Um, no,” begins Page 7, which was left on a lamppost at Seventh Street and First Avenue. “Then the baby is on a chest. She is wrapped in a white blanket with green trim.”