Posts Tagged: Antonia Crane
Getting a postive Kirkus review is a big deal, and Rumpus editors are rocking it with their forthcoming releases....more
Rumpus contributor Antonia Crane‘s forthcoming memoir, Spent, is getting some great reviews ahead of its early 2014 release. Check out what the Library Journal has to say:
“VERDICT This is not an antiprostitution diatribe, but is instead one woman’s account of how she gave up drugs and alcohol in favor of another addiction: sex work.
Hey Los Angeles Rockers!
Sunday night is the launch and reading event of Black Clock, issue 17 and you know you want to be there....more
Cris Mazza, author of nineteen books– including the soon-to-be-released Something Wrong with Her– writes about gender relations, sexuality, and society’s distorted perceptions of value. By her own assessment, Mazza has written herself into the question of whether skewed perceptions of sexuality have fostered a system in which “young women, even unintentionally, turn to getting something else in return for sex[.] Whether it be popularity, career success, professional attention.”...more
Every Halloween, the ghost of my 11 year-old self haunts me. She’s in the candy aisle at Rite Aid gorging on fun-size Twix bars. She’s wrapping candy corn lights around her neck. She’s trying on a vampire costume grinning through plastic fangs with a scraggly black wig in her eyes....more
“I think part of what makes this piece successful is that both Antonia and Max engage difficult ethical questions without presuming to answer those questions.”...more
The Polk Inn stood out in the tenderloin because of all the beige and glass next to junkies selling stolen bicycles and gizmos out front....more
At ZYZZYVA, Rumpus columnist Antonia Crane interviews Cheryl Strayed about Wild, rebuilding, Sugar, and more.
“I bring a lot of the wisdom I gained on my hike into the “Dear Sugar” column. The most important one is that we always have a choice about which direction to go—forward or back—and that no matter what happens, we must always keep walking.”...more
In 2010, in New Orleans, thousands of Saints fans danced wildly in the streets in black and gold jerseys and ribbons, blowing horns and smacking tambourines. I commuted from LA to New Orleans to dance at Penthouse Club during the playoffs and arrived to work early to watch the game at the bar with the other dancers....more
Mardi Gras was uncharacteristically dismal in 2010. I met a group of curvaceous, saucy strippers at 10 a.m. on Bourbon Street, where the air was thick with pizza and Red Bull vomit, 24-hour margarita shops and hot dog stands....more