A Love Language for the Menstruating Body: Chloe Caldwell’s The Red Zone
Above all, The Red Zone is a story of intimacy and love, in both substance and form.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Things for Which We Have Prayed
In the nursing home, his few lucid days are passed recounting the things he had prayed for as a child. The zookeepers, he cackles. I prayed for the zookeepers.
Accessing the Sublime: An Interview with Dalia Azim
Creating a site-specific installation in the middle of nowhere is somewhat akin to writing a novel—who knows if an audience will ever find their way to it.
Voices on Addiction: Choices
The hardwired need, the uncontrollable craving people described, manifested for me primarily with my bulimia. Alcohol played second string in the quartet.
From the Archive: What to Read When You Want to See a World More F**ked up Than Ours
Reading suggestions from author Celeste Ng for these f**ked-up times: worlds more—or, okay, just differently—f**ked up than ours.
From the Archive: Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Hanif Abdurraqib
If you really must know, the main difference / between fame and infamy is the number of / mornings / you wake up alone.
From the Archive: Propelled by Questions: Animal by Dorothea Lasky
The animal spirit of poetry brings us closer to our own humanity.
Imagination Hunting: An Interview with Michelle Huneven
Start at the beginning—you would think it was something I should have learned from the first novel. But I wonder about these obstacles that we put in front of ourselves that keep us from getting further along or finishing.
Where You Want to Be
Art is never just art, and whiteness’ vision of the world doesn’t include me in it.
We Must Tell Stories: On Time and Water by Andri Snaer Magnason
"This monument is to acknowledge that we know what is happening and we know what needs to be done. Only you know if we did it."
Rumpus Original Fiction: A Girl Lost at Sea
Sometimes, she thinks her parents can mute the world.
Glitter and Tattoos and Campiness: An Interview with Gabe Montesanti
There was a lot of screaming, and it was very visceral and slippery. If I had to describe my childhood in one scene, it would be that one.