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What does a memoir that documents the painful loss of a family member and J. Crew’s summer catalog have in common? Nothing, which is why memoirist Robin Romm wrote this piece in Slate about their eerily similar aesthetic.
The popsicle on the cover of her book was a symbol of her mother’s declining health from cancer.
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Welcome to 2011! What do we call this decade, anyway? Who will win the Super Bowl? What will become of health care reform? How many New York City snowplows does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Some questions are impossible to answer.
...moreIt’s a tricky thing, a memoir of a death: you know how it’s going to end. The challenge for the writer (not only with regard to the conclusion) is making the inevitable unknown.
I was nineteen. Prison seemed sexy and foreign—as did most forbidden things.
Rumpus author Robin Romm gets a front page review for her new book in the Sunday Times Book Review. (the reviewer admits to having a crush on Robin)
...moreI was nineteen. Prison seemed sexy and foreign—as did most forbidden things. Maybe I wanted to seem tough. Maybe I needed something to differentiate me from all the other over-achieving, world-traveled students at the university I attended. Maybe I felt I had something to give.