From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: No Good
The sounds that she would expect here are entirely absent. There are no cries, no weeping. Just soothing, muffled tones.
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We’re more powerful if we’re not so embroiled in illusion: A Conversation with Irene Silt
Love is just extremely terrifying and kind of abysmal.
RUMPUS BOOK CLUB EXCERPT: A LOVE STORY BY DAVON LOEB
An excerpt from The Rumpus Book Club's February selection, THE IN-BETWEENS by Davon Loeb forthcoming from West Virginia University Press on February 1, 2023
How to Write an Honest Memoir: A Conversation with Evette Dionne
I don’t ever do anything from a place of fear—which is an odd place for me to be in because I have anxiety—but I have to [step into places of discomfort] because that’s where growth happens. If you’re comfortable, you’re not growing.
From the Archive: The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation
I want to leave the party through the window and find my uncle standing on a piece of iron shaped into visible desperation, which must also be (how can it not?) the beginning of visible hope.
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.
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.
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.
SKETCH BOOK REVIEWS: Three Faves
A roundup of great books that didn't make it into Sketch Book Reviews this year
