Poetic Lives Online: Links by Brian Spears
Congratulations to Juan Felipe Herrera and August Kleinzahler on their shared National Book Critics Circle Award in Poetry for 2008. Barbara Jane Reyes has more on Herrera. Ron Silliman on…
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Ariane Conrad: The Last Book I Loved, The Emperor of Scent
The Emperor of Scent, by Chandler Burr. Luscious writing from Burr, and an outstanding lead in Luca Turin as he’s caught in the intrigues of the perfume industry and scientific…
Pasties and Pastries
Oh, I wish I were in Austin for SXSW’s Pasties and Pastries cupcake and boobie show.
Saturday Morning Links
Toilet-shaped plates with food presented as excrement. Sweet! Ever find yourself at a diner at three in the morning, the drunk hungries kicking your ass and your waffle/hash brown/extra bacon…
Welcome to Rumpus Books
At The Rumpus, we believe that a healthy literary culture is one which embraces writing of all kinds, by authors of all stripes – young and old, established and emerging, traditional and experimental, writing from the margins or from (or about) the heart of mainstream culture, published by “major” houses or by smaller presses.
The Last Book I Loved: In A Lonely Place
The book I am reading and loving right now is In A Lonely Place by Dorothy B. Hughes. I have known and loved the Humphrey Bogart movie based on the…
FADE TO ORANGE: The Theory of Receptivity and Some Thoughts on Ethan Hawke’s Face
Call it the Theory of Receptivity. It’s the idea, often stated by young people and applied as a dismissive accusation to even marginally older people, that one’s taste in music,…
The Rumpus Interview with Bertrand Tavernier
Bertrand Tavernier is one of the great auteur directors of the French cinema, and certainly among its most prolific and eclectic. Writer and director of numerous award-winning films like Death…
Reese Kwon: The Last Book I Loved, The Modern Element
Sometimes I separate the books I intend, one day, to read, into two groups: the Bookcase of Desire, and the Bookcase of Guilt. Desire is made up of anticipated pleasures,…