“Googlism for Steve,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Neil de la Flor
Googlism for Steve Steve is in my closet. Steve is non-industrious and totally asexual. Steve is still alive somewhere in the world.
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Joey was Dorothy, and I was Almost Dorothy
Page after page finds de la Flor purposefully mixing fiction, nonfiction, and poetry all together in long prosy lines that bend genre and gender, time and space.
The Rumpus Original (Supersized) Combo with Neil de la Flor
How do you supersize a Rumpus Original Combo? That’s easy—just take a book review and an interview with the author, and add a Rumpus Original Poem to it!
John Francisconi on why he deserves an advance copy of Rick Moody’s Four Fingers of Death
I saw Rick Moody read at the James Merrill House in Stonington, CT a year or so ago. He read two stories, the first about a New England family, not…
People Still Love Magazines
Here’s something interesting, I think. In my vagabonding around the Internet today, I came across the New York Review Of Magazines. Who knew? Who would have thought people like Victor…
On Nightmares and other Beautiful Things
The wonderful Elizabeth Bachner has a new essay at Bookslut about nightmares, bogeymen, John Waters, and a strange Serbian poet named Vasko Popa.
The New Female Memoir
“Unlike the tales of trauma and addiction that studded the first wave of publishing’s autobiographical boom, Crosley and her compatriots are staking out stylistically understated but historically explosive territory by…
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #43: Unrolling
It’s time to unbind, my innocent little peach. It’s time to evolve.
“The Interview was not a happy invention.”
“No one likes to be interviewed, and yet no one likes to say no; for interviewers are courteous and gentle-mannered, even when they come to destroy.” A previously unpublished essay…
Tree of Papers
Author Denis Johnson’s archive has been acquired by The Harry Ransom Center, “a humanities research library and museum at The University of Texas at Austin.” (via HTMLGIANT)
Surf Guru Notes, #1
Independence Night I started reading Doug Dorst’s story collection Sunday, July 4th, as fireworks, invisible from my bedroom’s window, broke the night’s silence. Sweating through a s’more-stained tee shirt, I…