Episodes
If Chapter 1 was all "Call me Ishmael," Chapter 2 is more like "Call me... slightly concerned."
This week we bring the razzle-dazzle of Signor Brunoni’s magic act—and the unstoppable commentary of Miss Pole. 😆
Thought Chapter 2 was a bit unusual? Chapter 3 politely asks you to hold its harpoon.
Robbers, suspicion, and just when things couldn't get more tragic (or absurd), Mrs. Jamieson’s dog dies—and she mourns harder than she did her own husband.
Who’s really behind the name Signor Brunoni? And could Aga Jenkyns be…?
Peter may be lost to the mists of time (or possibly crowned the llama of Tibet, if Miss Pole is to be believed) but it’s Lady Glenmire who’s dropped the real bombshell in this week’s chapter.
Can a cannibal be the warmest soul in a freezing room? And what happens when a royal savage from a mapless island tells you his life story—in bed?
Miss Matty finally does it—she picks out a gown all by herself. But just as she’s basking in her big main-character moment… BAM. Gossip hits the milliner’s like a dropped teacup.
And just when you think the storm’s passed… along comes chowder. So much chowder. Morning, noon, and night chowder. Cod if you’re fancy. Clam if you’re classic. Both if you’re hungry.
Will Miss Matty accept help from her loyal friends? And what’s this about Martha and Jem... and a lodger?
Yojo’s in charge. Queequeg is fasting. Ishmael’s got job interviews with cantankerous Quakers. And there’s a ship with a jawbone tiller and a mysterious captain no one's seen. What could possibly go wrong?
Cranford wraps up with surprise marriages and the long-awaited return of a familiar face—serving one final cup of genteel drama.
And just as things seem settled... a mysterious figure appears, speaking in riddles about a captain known only as Old Thunder.
I sat down with Andy Hayes of Plum Deluxe Tea (CraftLit's first-ever sponsor!) to get answers to many of our burning questions.
Will peace be restored in Cranford society? Or will Mr. Peter’s antics shake things up for good?
It's Christmas at sea—but instead of warm fires and carols, we’re greeted by fog, frost, and a few cryptic warnings.
This week's episode delivers a poetic punch, a salty defense, and a surprisingly royal twist. Curious yet? You should be.
Three mates, three harpooneers, and one captain who’s been hiding below deck like a storm you can smell but can’t yet see.
Sunshine above, unease below. What happens when a captain’s restlessness won’t stay contained?
Ever had a dream so bizarre it almost made sense? Stubb sure did. But dreams have a funny way of whispering truths… even if you’d rather not hear them.
Before chasing leviathans, Melville takes us into the wild, messy science of “cetology”—and trust me, it’s equal parts fascinating, chaotic, and a little cheeky. So… what happens when you try to classify chaos itself?
You'll want to tune in to our latest story—because in Duncombe, even saying you feel “pretty well” can cause a stir.
So… what happens when you try to classify chaos itself? Here's part 2 of Cetology!
Pears, parties, and peculiar housemates—Mr. Harrison’s adventures just keep getting more awkward (and more entertaining).
It’s picnic time in Duncombe! But our poor Mr. Harrison is wondering if this “pleasure outing” was anything but pleasant.
Mealtime isn’t about food, it’s about who dares breathe too loud under Ahab’s watchful eye.
Want to hear how Gaskell balances grief, comedy, and social satire all in one breath? Tune in and let the story carry you away.
Ever wonder what happens when a sailor climbs higher than anyone else aboard… and ends up lost in thoughts deeper than the ocean below?
Between Christmas dinners gone wrong and a stethoscope scandal that sets tongues wagging, life in Duncombe just keeps getting messier (and funnier).
Imagine someone so certain of one thing that the whole crew forgets breakfast. Now add a hush and the thrum of something about to be set loose.
But just when everything seems rosy, a tragic accident turns Duncombe upside down.
It's sunset on the Pequod… but don’t expect peace and quiet. Because when Ahab starts talking to himself, you really want to listen.
Let’s just say: gossip is blooming faster than the primroses.
This chapter is basically the moment when you realize your boss might be… not entirely stable… and yet somehow you’re still on the group project. At sea. With no exit.
Poor Mr. Harrison is stuck in Peak Gaskell Mayhem, and honestly, it’s delicious.
Let’s just say Stubb has… thoughts. Big thoughts. Chaotic but philosophical thoughts. Climb aboard, just… don’t look down.
Elopements, mistaken romances, and surprise weddings? Yes. ALL of that.
If you think sailors are calm under pressure… oh, friend. Just wait till you hear what they do before the squall shows up.
Let’s just say: the sea has monsters, but sometimes the real storm is the one inside the man chasing them. Ready to meet the myth that made Ahab mad?
We’re officially moving CraftLit off Patreon and onto Supercast, and while the transition took a lot of work, the result is a much easier and better experience for listeners.
This week, we take a moment to pause and look back, notice what’s been quietly set in motion, and brace yourself before the white whale looms fully into view.
Ever wondered how a color could feel like a jump scare for the soul? And what if, just as you’re trying not to think about it…something knocks from below deck? 👀
Ahab rolls out the maps, sharpens his pencil, and stares down the sea like it owes him answers, and somewhere between logic and obsession, a plan quietly tightens its grip.
And just when things feel calm, two sailors start weaving… and fate itself seems to lean in and listen.
This week's episode drop you straight into the chaos of the very first lowering—and then leave you laughing nervously at fate itself. You’re not ready. And neither are they.
Things are seen… and then not seen again. Nothing is confirmed. Everything feels intentional. And the sea? It’s definitely watching back.
Nothing explodes. Nothing gets explained. And yet—you’ll feel the chill. Trust me. These chapters look calm. They are not.
Apparently… no one in history knows how to draw a whale. Because how do you capture something that won’t stay still… won’t fully surface… and might destroy you for trying?