I’m a Firm Believer in Timing: An Interview with Rubén Degollado
For me, it is actually harder to write a book that is grounded in realism, as that is not how I see the world or how my family sees the world.
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Halloween Costumes That Say: “I Understand And Am Definitely Not Threatened by Gen Z”
Absolutely, definitely not threatened at all.
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Signs I Want to Wear On My Forehead: An Aro Ace Diary
To be real, what I like in bed is soft-ass blankets
December Spotlight: Letters in the Mail
Twice a month, The Rumpus brings your favorite writers directly to your IRL mailbox via our Letters in the Mail programs.
We Are More: I Can’t Tell
It’s February 1991, and I can’t tell you where the Middle East is on a map, or why it’s called the Middle East. But my family eats Syrian bread with every meal (I can’t tell you the difference between Syrian bread and pita, but I know they’re not the same).
Finding Conviction in Chaos: Talking with Prince Shakur
When we act and what language we use to defend ourselves matters; on a craft level, this is useful to know because this very logic reveals character. What do you care about? And how does that show up in your life?
The Rumpus Book Club Chat with C. Russell Price
The Rumpus Book Club chats with C. Russell Price about his poetry collection Oh You Thought This Was a Date?! (Triquarterly Books, June 2022), playlists, and the ongoing end- of-the-world.
The Verdant Heart of a Mythic Neighborhood: Cleyvis Natera’s Neruda on the Park
In Natera’s masterful debut novel, a simple New York City park becomes the verdant heart of a mythic neighborhood, where fire escapes are like golden staircases and the community goodwill of friends and neighbors becomes a nurturing flame that sustains its members’ hearts and souls.
Rumpus Original Fiction: The Bridal Set
The salad was plump, squealing things I couldn’t understand. I remembered feeling a deep sadness that everything in the world wasn’t painted green, the best color. I hungered for green. The gift of sunlight flecked on leaves, the pale chartreuse of American money.
Centering, Appropriation, and Satire: A conversation with Chinelo Okparanta
. . . for me, a true ally makes me feel safe by actually hearing me out, by not dismissing my experiences or immediately jumping to the defense of the other party. Such an ally admits their limitations while also holding themselves accountable.
What to Read When You Have to Carry on During Contemporary Collapse
griev[ing] a vanishing world—a nation increasingly divided while the natural world is under siege by wildfire, tornados, and unrelenting storms