The Rumpus Sunday Book Review Supplement
It’s been one hell of a week for Rumpus books, complete with a review by D.A. Powell of Rachel Loden’s Dick of the Dead and an interview with Jonathan Ames. Come…
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Poetic Lives Online: Links by Brian Spears
A confluence of politics and poetry: Senate Sotomayor votes explained in haiku. No great surprise, but poetry is disappearing from B&N bookshelves in Chico, CA. And pretty much every B&N,…
A Sober Novelist? Be Serious.
Tom Shone has been studying writers who have quit drinking. He’s doing it, of course, for a novel he’s writing. How meta. Still, he gives us some interesting anecdotes.
Happy Birthday Herman
“And I only am escaped alone to tell thee” If he were alive, today, August 1st 2009, would be Herman Melville’s 190th birthday and on this occasion I’d like to…
I Took My Wife’s Last Name
Not me, personally–that’s the title of this piece by Josiah Neufeld in the Globe and Mail. It’s an interesting piece, not so much because of what Neufeld did, but how…
Writing From Experience
Your experiences, and how you process them, are what make you unique as an individual. They are also the most valuable things we can offer readers. Last chance to sign…
Baseball and Steroids
I’m not the sports guy here at The Rumpus–that’s Brian Schwartz, who’s better at it than I could ever be. But I am a more than casual fan of baseball,…
The Future of Journalism
The conventional wisdom is that journalism, particularly the newspaper business, is finished, a dead tree just waiting for a stiff breeze to knock it over. No small number of electrons…
Saturday Morning Links
Just in time for your next dinner party: mermaids are considered halal. In case you were wondering. Here’s a really cool museum idea: 80 years of patent models. The Wall…
“Amazon.com is watching you.”
Amazon, we’re still mad at you. Last week, the company once again stirred waves of customer indignation when it remotely deleted copies of George Orwell’s 1984 and Animal Farm from…
The Ex-Bank Robber
“I always knew that I was going to get caught, I mean it was inevitable. You know obvious if I had stopped after three, four, five, or six they probably…