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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…
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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.
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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…
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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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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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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…
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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.
