Lit-Link Round-up


I woke Friday morning to the news that Emily Rapp’s son, Ronan Louis, had died. Ronan had Tay-Sachs, but the “expected” nature of a death does nothing to soften a blow when someone is not yet even three-years-old. Emily’s dear friend, yoga teacher and writer Jennifer Pastiloff, wrote a piece for Ronan on Facebook that I asked to share with Rumpus readers and that serves as today’s Sunday essay. If you would like to help other families struggling under the blow of Tay-Sachs, please give to NTSAD here.

A Valentine’s Day love song of sorts to Regina Spektor, on The Weeklings.

17 Essential Essays by female writers that everyone should read.

A very good reason to endeavor never to be famous and then die early? So that Katie Roiphe can’t write about you on Slate. Actually, I jest. This piece, in which Roiphe points out that the “Daddy” in Sylvia Plath’s most notorious poem, might also refer to her mother seems…well, honestly, sensible on most levels. More to the point, “Daddy” probably did–and should–harken more than any one individual figure in Plath’s life, and take on both imaginative and archetypal proportions for both her and the poem’s generations of readers. I’m not sure why there is a firestorm of rage at Roiphe about this except in the sense that she perhaps miscasts this question as a binary when it’s more likely a question with multiple answers. Which is the nature of writing that survives beyond its author, generally speaking, anyway.

Guernica’s “Erotica” issue looks seriously kick ass.

Going to AWP? Well of course you’ll want to come play with The Rumpus. And there’s also this ridiculously awesome little thing I’m co-throwing, with James Greer of Guided by Voices playing music, and readings by Jillian Lauren, Rob Roberge, Joshua Mohr (whose new novel, Fight Song, dropped last week), Tyler McMahon and more.

Pablo Neruda is being exhumed to ascertain whether a medical practitioner may have given him a fatal injection. Yeah, I’m serious.  Check it out here.

And while we’re at it, this from Neruda:

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, 

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Wow. If we exhume him, will he give us some more? Or shouldn’t that have at least been his tariff to rest in peace?


Gina Frangello’s next novel, Every Kind of Wanting, will be published by Counterpoint Press in Fall 2016. Her last novel, A Life in Men (Algonquin 2014), was selected for the Target Emerging Authors series and has been optioned by Universal Cable Productions/Denver & Delilah. She is also the author of two other books of fiction: Slut Lullabies (Emergency Press 2010), and My Sister’s Continent (Chiasmus 2006). She co-founded and served as the Executive Editor for many years at Other Voices Books, and has also been the fiction editor at The Nervous Breakdown and the Sunday editor of The Rumpus. Gina is on faculty at UCR-Palm Desert's low residency MFA program in Creative Writing. More from this author →