According to one definition, magical realism is a style of painting or literature in which fantastic or imaginary and often unsettling images or events are depicted in a sharply detailed, realistic manner.

I can’t prove the existence of what I can’t see or touch, but some people do believe in spirits and ghosts. They’ll say there’s something in the air all around us. They can feel it when they close their eyes. The writers we publish in Scrutiny are able to imagine the unseen and the inexplicable. And their world has more to offer than just the physical.

If you can’t believe in another realm, then you’re in good company. But it doesn’t matter. You can still understand the dreams and angels that appear in the work of someone like Gabriel García Marquez. He’s the guy that helped initiate the Latin American movement of magical realism. Haruki Murakami is working in this genre as well. Have you ever heard of a sheep man or talking cats? If you’ve experienced the latter in reality, then you may have cat scratch fever. That’s not magical realism. That’s a disease.

The point is that this genre can make for some pretty exhilarating stories, providing both the grandiose and the spectacular. I can hear someone saying, “But magic isn’t real.” That may be, but you don’t have to be a believer to enjoy magical realism. You can still read Scrutiny. And if you do so while drinking coffee, then try doing so with one of our mugs.

Welcome to Scrutiny.