California Dreaming
“I was 12 the first time I visited California, which as far as I was concerned was twelve years too late.” Rumpus contributor and PEN/Faulkner nominee Eric Puchner shares his…
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2011
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Comparing DFW to DFW
Over at the Paris Review Lorin Stein draws our attention to “a version of the David Foster Wallace story ‘Backbone’ that compares the recent New Yorker version to a transcript…
Erin Rose’s Tech Links
The end of cookies? The EU’s new law says websites must now explicitly ask for info from visitors. Facebook is AOL-ifying the net, aggregating a multitude of functions into one blue…
My Single Star Is Gone
Michael Klein reviews Invisible Strings by Jim Moore today in Rumpus Poetry.
Dan Weiss’s Morning Coffee
Here are some bad-ass conceptual skyscraper designs for you. Evidently this thing is powered by screwdrivers. I really have no idea. An awkward history of our space transmissions. A look…
The Rumpus Interview with Téa Obreht
Téa Obreht, the youngest of the New Yorker's “20 Under 40”, talks with the Rumpus about her grandfather, her debut novel, and her students.
Danya Glabau’s Tech Links
Take a deep breath, Steve Jobs: Adobe releases a Flash-to-HTML5 conversion tool. Movie rentals are coming soon to Facebook, putting it in competition with big video content providers like Hulu…
The Rumpus Album Review: White Wilderness
John Vanderslice knows how to make music. He has been recording bands for over a decade at his San Francisco studio, Tiny Telephone. John Congleton knows how to produce music. …
Extraordinary, Ordinary People: Another Year and the Films of Mike Leigh
Here is the world according to Johnny, the bilious antihero of Mike Leigh’s 1993 film Naked. Johnny is a restless drifter on an odyssey through London’s nocturnal underbelly, his feverish ranting a…
Throw Me Something, Mister: Mardi Gras Dispatch #5
Recurring dispatches from Benjamin Morris covering New Orleans Mardi Gras, 2011: Some nights only begin once you get hit in the face. I never saw it coming, though I’m not…