I clutched the uneven wooden arms of my beach chair and felt hopelessly in love with everyone, this assemblage of trash-talking deadbeats who insist they are too old to still work at a snack bar but come back year after year, even though they’ve been saying to hell with the place ever since they started....more
Posts Tagged: summer
A collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “My Summer’s End.”...more
But their eyes, reasonably, come back to me for their startling brilliance, even on drugs, and for their alertness and their knowing....more
Like boxes in storage, Andrea Scrima’s memories are itinerant. Wherever she resides, nothing seems to be in the right place....more
Now that it’s summertime, one in three people who shop at my bookstore are looking for travel guides, phrase books, travelogues or history books about some enticing destination.
Yesterday a woman bought a Russian phrase book. I told her that I heard a Starbucks cappuccino costs fifteen U.S....more
First it was Infinite Jest and now readers will be tackling the world’s oldest novel this summer, Tale Of Genji.
I want someone to have a summer of The Recognitions next. Or Don Quixote or Crime And Punishment.
Or maybe a reading group can convince me to keep reading Women And Men by Joseph McElroy....more
“I think about forgotten gestures, the multiple signals and words of grandparents, lost little by little, not inherited, fallen one after the other from the tree of time.
“Tonight I found a candle on a table, and as a game I lit it and walked along the corridor with it....more