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The Claws That Type the Text: Ander Monson’s Predator: A Memoir, a Movie, an Obsession

Rather than saying, Fuck it, and remaining stagnant in the face of cultural horrors, Monson suggests readers start with the marginalia. Exhaust all possibilities. Carve a new path where sweeping prescriptions fail to stick.

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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Turning of Celestial Bodies

When I start running, I want you to keep your eyes on it, because you’ll notice something that may seem strange. You will find that no matter where I run, or how long, or how far, you will not see this moon move an inch in the sky.

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A Conversation with Adam Rosen about anthologies and the worst movie ever made

I was looking for people who had something to say beyond This is the dumbest movie of all time.

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A Rumpus Prose Gift Guide

Essays, novels, collections, oh my!

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SKETCH BOOK REVIEWS: Three Faves

A roundup of great books that didn't make it into Sketch Book Reviews this year

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Lab Rat

hi college! play with us today.

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Rumpus Events

January Spotlight: Letters in the Mail

For decades my writing was just for me. Then in the nineties, I discovered communities of queer South Asian artists and activists, radical BIPOC writers. . . . This is when I realized being a writer could be a lifestyle rather than my secret passion.

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A World Where We Are Known and Loved: Shelley Wong’s As She Appears

to be seen is not the same thing as being known

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A joyful expression of femininity and play: Talking dolls with Maria Teresa Hart

In which one Samantha interviews another.

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Anecdotal and Harsh

The thing about trauma is that it can split a person right down the middle. And J. was, indeed, bifurcated in this way. That is, she occupied multiple timelines simultaneously.

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Take Your Divagations Seriously: Geoff Dyer’s The Last Days of Roger Federer

The Last Days . . . has nothing much to do with tennis or with Roger Federer, who appears sparingly in these pages . . . [nor is it] “intended to be a comprehensive study of last things, or of lastness generally.”

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Rumpus Original Fiction: On the Farm

On the farm, I understand exactly the degree to which I have come to depend on alcohol, since in the first three weeks I think about it frequently and get worried and even look for it twice in the farmer’s house, and on the fourth week I am less interested, and on the fifth week I do other things.

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