Here’s hoping you were too busy attending panels and buying Write Like A Motherfucker mugs at this year’s AWP to read The Rumpus this weekend. And here’s hoping you’ll read the two spectacular essays we ran right now.
The first is a piece about binges—on food, drugs, exercise, anything, everything—by Chloe Caldwell.
We’d have some kind of candy, Sour Patch Kids or Skittles or whatever—and we’d sit on the floor saying, “The doctor told us to only have one! Oh well!” maniacally laughing and pouring the box into our mouths. I still do this. I did it last night with those adult gummy vitamins.
Then, in “The Last City I Loved: Los Angeles (Or How I Traveled the NY–LA Fault Line and Got Home),” Deanne Stillman writes about divorce, uprooted families, and why “the whole country was mad at Dad.” And about Ohio and New York and New Mexico and California.
