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Weekly Rumpus Fiction: Jeff Albers

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The next Weekly Rumpus features fiction from Jeff Albers. Here’s an excerpt:

These parties normally had a certain rhythm that suited Frank’s style, so relaxed and casual as to lead him to coin his own time signature, Loesserando, which, he explained, should fall somewhere between the slow walking pace of andante moderato and the reduced heart rate of an afternoon nap.

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Weekly Rumpus Fiction: Ursula Villarreal-Moura

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The next Weekly Rumpus features fiction from Ursula Villarreal-Moura. Here’s an excerpt:

Within a month of knowing her, Irina had turned me on to shoplifting. I was hooked on the thrill of procuring ordinary and exquisite items. From grocery stores, we lifted packages of string cheese, sprinkled donuts, lipsticks, index cards, disposable cameras, and collars for cats we didn’t own.

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Weekly Rumpus Fiction: Jill Hanley

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The next Weekly Rumpus features fiction from Jill Hanley. Here’s an excerpt:

Lola stepped into the kitchen to find her mother standing at the sink, showing no signs of tears. She could still remember how hard, loud, and ugly her mother’s tears had been at Lola’s aunt’s funeral; when Asher had put the Saint Anthony medal her aunt had worn around her mother’s neck, tears and snot had gotten all over his hands.

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The Adderall Diaries – No conflict of interest

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During my memoir mania, I had it in my head that the function of the memoir was to take a horrible, painful, or at least quirky experience and write a purpose into it. A memoir wasn’t a memoir unless it gave some sort of meaning to the random twists of fate.

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Next Letter in the Mail: Jenna Clark Embrey

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The next Letter in the Mail is from Jenna Clark Embrey! Earlier this year, we published Jenna’s amazing essay “Coats”.

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Woes Of The True Policeman

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Page 86 of Woes Of The True Policeman by Roberto Bolano:

The root of all my ills, thought Amalfitano sometimes, is my admiration for Jews, homosexuals, and revolutionaries (true revolutionaries, the romantics and the dangerous madmen, not the apparatchiks of the Communist Party of Chile or its despicable thugs, those hideous gray beings).

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