Why Am I So Different
We here at the Rumpus are fairly sure this is one of the signs of the apocalypse. Thanks everythingisterrible!
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This Book Stinks
Apparently, Marina Fiorato’s new novel The Madonna of the Almonds has a complementary perfume designed to smell like Renaissance Italy, the setting of her book. This strikes me as either ingenius…
The Rumpus Book Blog Roundup
It is spring, and the book blogs are horny! Will they be the type to lock themselves in a room with a suitcase full of porn? Or will they find…
The Rumpus Sunday Book Review Supplement
This week, Rumpus Books has published reviews of Christopher Buckley’s new memoir, the work of Sidney Wade, and two novels, including one about being Jewish — and accused of patricide…
Poetic Lives Online: Links by Brian Spears
Barbara Jane Reyes has a good response to the New Yorker article on MFA programs I posted earlier. At Harriet, Don Share takes on poetry reviews, even though he’s tired…
The Future Business Model for Newspapers
King Kaufman is one of my favorite sports columnists ever, and it killed me when Salon changed his job description. But this isn’t about sports. It’s about the future of…
Coming Soon: Sex Galaxy
What do you get when you splice together burlesque queens, 50’s sci-fi, and other bits of film that were never properly copyrighted? You get the first blue/green film–green because it’s…
Down in the Dumpster
“What Joshua Mohr is doing has more in common with Kafka, Lewis Carroll, and Haruki Murakami, all great chroniclers of the fantastic. He’s interested in something weirder than mere sex,…
Can Creative Writing Be Taught?
I’ll hazard a guess and say that the majority of people who contribute to and work on the Rumpus have some sort of writing degree or are pursuing one, and…
Sometimes There’s Nothing Else To Do
Novelist Orhan Pamuk asks in The Guardian “why do beautiful scenes inspire us to kiss?” Millions of people who live outside the west – and especially those who, like me,…