A pervasive, and frustrating, myth is that dancing pays enough for us to stop complaining—that we get paid enough to be cool with however we’re treated. But that’s not true.
Posts Tagged: Antonia Crane
The writing life ain’t cheap. Longtime Rumpus friend and contributor Antonia Crane has declared this the “Summer of Love: Stop Stripping, Start Writing” and she can’t make it happen without us. Help her raise the money to attend Bread Loaf and Byrdcliffe Art Colony this summer, and score some pretty cool perks in the process (naked VIP manuscript review, anyone?)....more
Los Angelinos, come out on Sunday to celebrate the launch of Jami Attenberg’s new novel, Saint Mazie.
“Meet Mazie Phillips: big-hearted and bawdy, she’s the truth-telling proprietress of The Venice, the famed New York City movie theater. It’s the Jazz Age, with romance and booze aplenty–even when Prohibition kicks in–and Mazie never turns down a night on the town.
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