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Greg Gerke
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The Ordinary Extraordinary
In an interview with Mark Greif for Los Angeles Review of Books, Greg Gerke frames Against Everything as an essay collection that faces outward, more political and less personal, despite…
The Last Book I Loved: The Geographical History of America by Gertrude Stein
I’m quite sure that if I lived when Gertrude Stein did, I would have not enjoyed her person—the pronouncements, the relentless self-promotion, the blatant self-absorption (“I am a genius”). If…
The Rumpus Interview with John Jeremiah Sullivan
I am trying to charm the reader because I want him and her to come with me deeper into the piece. If you can bring them with you there, things get more interesting.
The Rumpus Interview with Micheline Aharonian Marcom
Micheline Aharonian Marcom discusses The Mirror in the Well, its carnal language, eros, and the pros and cons of social media.
The Elusive Shining
The first time The Shining was screened on national television, viewers were informed that the “film deals with the supernatural, as a possessed man attempts to destroy his family.” Is…
The Rumpus Interview with Greg Gerke
Greg Gerke is the author of There’s Something Wrong With Sven. He also helps run a reading series called Soda Series at Soda Bar in Brooklyn Heights, edits very short…
The Rumpus Interview with Lydia Davis
Lydia Davis is the author of four short story collections, as well as The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis and the novel The End of the Story. A MacArthur Fellow,…
The Queen of Flash Fiction
In curt sentences detailing many unsettled lives, Kim Chinquee constructs a mosaic of despair in modern day America. Life is already hard, but attempts at intimacy (what many of the…
The Sunday Rumpus Books Supplement
This week, Rumpus books published a review of a story collection by Greg Gerke, an interview with Benjamin Anastas, a Rumpus Reprint by our own Stephen Elliott, and an exclusive…
Sex and the Witty
There’s Something Wrong with Sven combines imaginative leaps worthy of Calvino and Vonnegut with tragicomic irreverence of the George Saunders variety.