The title for episode 4, "A Wake in Riverside," came directly out of our initial writers' retreat when we plotted out the entire season of Tremontaine. I remember someone scrawling that title on the white board propped up in Ellen Kushner's living room, and it has been the title ever since.
From the Writers’ Room is a regular feature where we invite the writer behind the most recent serial episode to give us a behind-the-scenes glimpse at just what went into this week’s installment.
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Villains aren’t villains in their own eyes—self-declared monstrosity like Don John’s in Much Ado About Nothing is rare, and when it shows up, it tends to signal comedy.
An unexpected offer from the Duke Tremontaine forces a difficult decision upon Rafe.
Ah, Episode 10. The episode I looked forward to the most, and the one that gave me the most headaches.
The amount of money I’ve paid my therapist because of my involvement in Tremontaine has probably sent him to the Bahamas eight times, unless he’s saving it up to go to Mars with Elon Musk.
A few months before Tremontaine was a real thing that had writers and characters and a plot, it was some nebulous notion that Ellen put to me over her kitchen table one afternoon while I was visiting.
Episode 9? Already? How did that happen? Once again, I get the honor of kicking off a new phase of episodes, as "Ancient Wonders" represents the first episode of the second half of the season.
Ultimately, we hope the Riverside and the City as we bring it to you in “A Fair Hand” feels familiar – to Ellen’s world, to a now largely lost New York, and to any world you have ever tried to navigate as a thousand different versions of yourself with whatever stray tools happened to be at hand.
Episode 12 is Exhibit A for me when I think about how much I’ve enjoyed the collaborative process.
My husband and I decided to cut the cable cord years ago, realizing we were using streaming services more and more. We missed it only a little bit, but I was out of the pop culture discussion in a lot of spheres.
When I first met the Duchess Tremontaine, she was visiting a friend on the Hill, that elegant and exclusive portion of the city where the nobility lives, with its broad streets and gorgeous town-houses whose back gardens slope down to the river – as far away as possible from the ancient Riverside quarter, though it is not that long a walk if you cut through the Middle City.
I was not ready for the Bund. People had told me what to expect, of course, but in that vague traveler way. "You have to go to the Bund! There's nothing like it!" Which is sort of the opposite of the point with the Bund.