Imagine if your favorite show from childhood ended suddenly, tragically, and then no clips or info about it ever surfaced online. You only have your memories, and the collective nostalgia of others online who also remember the program. The only proof that the show ever existed is a single Wikipedia page with a cast list, nothing more. No director, no producer, even the host doesn’t seem to exist. Just the names of the children from the show, and the occasional Reddit thread that will inevitably be deleted after a few days. 

Then, suddenly, a podcast about the show promises a cast reunion thirty years later. 

Now, memories will resurface, secrets will be revealed, and perhaps there will be answers to all of the burning questions surrounding the mysterious show.  

With Mister Magic, Kiersten White has captured the uncanny valley of television programming in such a way that as you’re reading, a deep weirdness settles into your chest, making you absolutely certain that something incredibly sinister is lurking nearby, watching you, and yet if you were to turn your head and look…there’d be nothing there.