Posts Tagged: The Rumpus Book Club
Joe Queenan reads books. Lots of books.
In fact, he surrounds himself with them (1,340 lay about his house to be exact). Queenan reads at least four hours a day every day, and although he is admittedly a slow reader, he has still managed to read 6,128 books in the last 55 years....more
“Forty-something Betsy Birdsall jokes that she likes the Rumpus group because it enables her to hang out in her bathrobe and slippers while pretending she has friends. She says Elliot encouraged her to get active with the club’s discussion group. ‘This is the first online community I’ve been a part of,’ Birdsall, a paralegal from Agoura, California, said....more
“Stein’s poems are the very perfect product of a frenetic in-between culture where knowledge is currency but also poverty, and its artistic output is underscored by a perennial ennui—like the girl in high school who wears a black beret and talks about death all the time.”...more
The Rumpus Book Club is proudly presenting Zipper Mouth, Laurie Weeks’s debut novel as our October pick. Published by the Feminist Press, it tells the story of a New York junkie, along with the “exalted night-club epiphanies” and “devastating morning-after hangovers.” And the book comes with a ringing endorsement from Michelle Tea....more
Last month’s Rumpus Book Club selection, Luminarium is blowing up all over the interweb. The Bat Segundo (a “cultural podcast”) interviews Alex Shakar. You can hear it or read an excerpt from the interview here. Shakar discusses his perspective on novelists as scientists vs....more
This week in San Francisco: The Rumpus Book Club meets IRL, Litquake!, art at Benders, Litquake (Ferlinghetti style), and Barely Published Authors (AKA Litquake!).
Monday 9/27: Are you a member of The Rumpus Book Club yet? Want to “audit” the class before you commit to the reading assignments?...more
The Surf Guru is simply, and rather consistently, great. It’s a story collection I’d gladly recommend to anyone, without hesitation. I finished the book in one long stretch....more
I live on 1.5 acres in the Santa Monica Mountains in a house that was built in the 1920s out of local stone. Most of the original buildings in the area are made out of the same stone, from the old post office to a local biker hang-out. I live among coyotes, rabbits, deer, snakes, woodpeckers, gophers, bobcats and bugs galore. To me, it is the most beautiful mountain range in the world....more
I wake sticky hot in the early afternoon to the sounds of construction next door, Rottweilers barking down below and Chinese workers squabbling as a Puerto Rican woman screams from her window for someone unknown. I take out my earplugs and remove my eye mask as the fan ripples the sheets....more