Posts Tagged: weekend rumpus roundup
The “the stirring, hot-blooded motion” of the poems in Irene McKinney’s collection Have You Had Enough Darkness Yet? is striking, given its posthumous publication. Charlie Atkinson reviews this “curious” and sometimes “playful” examination of mortality, noting the poet’s competence and profound understanding of her topic....more
In response to Dave Eggers’s new book, Your Fathers, Where Are They? And The Prophets, Do They Live For Ever?, Alex Kalamaroff takes us on a guided tour of the “dialogue novel,” a genre where conversation between characters is “the primary or only means of narrative advancement.” Kalamaroff boils the genre down to three sub-categories....more
First, a little creative encouragement from Grant Snider to jump start August.
Then, in this review, Andrew Fulmer examines Jeff Alessandrelli’s use of the poetic “factoid.” Alessandrelli makes a series of successful allusions in his collection, This Last Time Will Be The First. It is a “contemporarily fresh” collection that deserves our attention, Fulmer argues....more
First, “Creative Thinking,” by Grant Snider.
Then, the grandiosity of nature suffuses Ketchum, Idaho, the setting of the Sunday Essay and the place where Ernest Hemingway spent his last days on earth. Author Eileen Shields, who lives part of the year on the same street as the old Hemingway house, offers us a thoughtful meditation on “Papa’s” death and the strangely masculine American mythology of suicide by gun....more
On this weekend in 1652, a law was passed in Rhode Island banning slavery in the colonies. Turns out that particular law didn’t cause much of a stir.
Unfortunately, some of today’s legislation intended to protect marginalized groups isn’t faring much better....more
We’ve had a busy couple weekends at the Rumpus lately, and we wanted to make sure nobody missed any of the spectacular essays and book reviews we’ve been posting.
For example, this weekend we reviewed Bradley L. Garrett’s urban-exploration treatise Explore Everything, and Thea Goodman wrote about her complex relationship with a cousin who suffered a severe burn and later overdosed....more
Having a social life on weekends is fun, but what if you missed our killer Rumpus weekend features?! No worries, we’ve collected them for you here.
On Saturday, Shawn Andrew Mitchell reviewed Dark Lies the Island by recent Rumpus interviewee Kevin Barry:
In one paragraph a poet-narrator might describe how “the sky had shucked the last of its evening grey to take on an intense purplish tone that was ominous, close-in, biblical” but in the next he announces “Sky is weirdin’ up like I don’t know fucking what.”
Then Margo Rabb wrote a touching tribute to Alice Munro about what the Nobel prize winner, “the only author I’ve ever written a fan letter to,” has meant to her personally throughout her life....more
If your fingers aren’t too frozen to click, here’s the weekend Rumpus roundup.
First, our film editor Anisse Gross reviewed Hilton Als’s new book White Girls:
Each time I took it out of my bag, people glanced at me wide-eyed, as if merely the title White Girls was too much out-loud talk about race in public.
Hope your Thanksgiving was bountiful and your travel experience wasn’t too terrible! Here’s what we had going on on the Rumpus this weekend.
Lydia Kiesling’s review of Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch has stirred up a little controversy, but it’s thoughtful and engaged, we promise:
Donna Tartt is catnip for educated people who want to read entertaining but not difficult things about lofty topics and cosmopolitan people.
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If you missed yesterday’s Sunday Rumpus essay, “Through the Throat” by Ethel Rohan, you’ll want to correct that error immediately. A snippet:
By then Dad was in the hospital six weeks and I had kissed him more times than ever before in my life combined and sometimes joked to my sisters, “If there’s a mother of a miracle and he gets well, he’ll kill us for all these kisses.”
And if you’re in New York or Chicago, don’t forget to check out our events columns for those cities!...more
No, no, you have to stare at that one spot and kind of unfocus your eyes. Lean in a little closer and…there. Do you see it? It’s the weekend Rumpus roundup.
On Saturday, Yumi Sakugawa gave us shivers with her her comic “White Noise.”
On Sunday, we debuted a brand new events column: Notable Chicago!...more
I know it’s hard, but maybe it’s best if you take a part of your morning to ignore the central emptiness that governs all of our motivations and extrapersonal interactions and read the weekend features.
If you’ve ever wanted to engage in surreal, intricate, and more or less physically impossible meta-nail art, Yumi Sakugawa has curated a helpful guide for you over at Saturday’s comic....more
Christ…brace yourself for an emotionally crippling time with these weekend features. (The pain is worth it! It always is!)
In Saturday’s feature, the tragic end to an interplanetary love story shivers with loss—one of Yumi Sakugawa’s best comics yet.
Sunday’s essay is structured around an experimental narrative in which Jennifer Pastiloff explores themes of possession across various experiences: the generosity of a vagrant stranger, an imagined romance with a fellow actor, a harrowing car accident that results in miracle....more
Giddy-up, you hateful stallion! It’s time for another Weekend Rumpus Roundup.
In the Saturday interview, Kiese Laymon takes some time with the Rumpus to discuss his latest book, Long Division, and explores in greater length the literary influences that have contributed to the development of his own Afrofuturist style....more
There are no holiday weekends in August, but there are weekend Rumpus roundups.
If you feel like you need a hundred-year-nap, you might relate to Saturday’s comic by Yumi Sakugawa.
And on Sunday, Rob Roberge wrestled with the way fiction wrestles with the impossible complexity of making moral decisions:
But/and it strikes me that most good writing (and here, I’ll put my vote in for “good” being synonymous with ethically complex…) concerns itself with issues of non-conventional morality.
Hungry for some good times? Feast on this weekend Rump!
In Saturday’s interview, Matthew Specktor takes some time to talk with the Rumpus about his latest novel, American Dream Machine. He comments on the “dude-heaviness” of the book and voices concern about the increasing corporatization of the film and publishing industries....more
Look. It was a nasty weekend. We both said some things we didn’t mean. Let’s just put it behind us with the weekend Rumpus roundup (though that was still a pretty perverted thing you did).
Who knew that, upon finding a tear in the fabric of time, you don’t find fear or excitement at all but only that familiar longing? Yumi Sakugawa apparently did, as shown in Saturday’s comic....more
It’s that time again. Time to round up all the Rumpus weekends. Or the weekend Rumpuses. Or something.
This weekend, we featured two super-cool interviews. Saturday’s was a lively discussion with Michelle Meyering, director of programs and events at PEN Center USA, about her lit-mag The Rattling Wall, which “isn’t necessarily a journal about LA, but a journal that’s influenced by LA’s ‘anything goes’ mentality.”
On Sunday, we spoke with fiction writer Preston L....more
It’s Monday. You’re working hard. Take a moment to stop and smell the weekend Rumpus roundup.
First, Yumi Sakugawa takes us to the heart of the forest in a comic about a dead spider king.
Then, Liz Prato starts coughing and can’t stop in her Sunday Rumpus essay “In Sickness and In Health“:
What can we and can’t we handle, and who decides?
Ssshhhh. Do you hear that? It’s the sound of Rumpus weekend features.
Like Wendy C. Ortiz’s mini-interview with Paul. You know, Paul, from Captain Pete’s Bait & Tackle? Paul says things like, “It sounds stupid but I kind of fell into ‘one of the top five notorious biker gangs in the country’ — that’s the feds’ words, not mine.”
And like “The Stench,” Allison Amend’s short story about “forty-four tons of rotting bison meat.” An appetizer to get you started:
When he stood up, he was covered in the slimy mess.