What to Read When You’re Transforming
Laura Bogart shares a reading list to celebrate DON’T YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU.
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Laura Bogart
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Laura Bogart is a featured writer at The Week and a contributing editor to DAME magazine. She was a featured writer at Salon, where her essays about body image, dating, politics, and violence went viral—her pieces were regularly recognized as Editor's Choice. She has written about pop culture, often through the perspective of gender, for The Atlantic, The Guardian, SPIN, The Rumpus, Vulture, Roger Ebert, The AV Club, and Refinery 29, among other publications. She has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and received the Grace Paley Fellowship from the Juniper Institute at UMass Amherst. Laura has been interviewed about body size and pop culture for NPR outlets.
The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Never Really Alone
Blood and smoke and broken windows aren’t the only images out of Baltimore (though they sure do get good ratings).
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Dormancy
"I wonder what it feels like to be precious to someone ... I’ve always known love as a one-two combo of kiss and fist."
The Rumpus Review of Inside Llewyn Davis
For anyone who’s ever aspired to truly live—and not just eke out a living—as an artist, Inside Llewyn Davis merits a similar appreciation.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Rage
"The heart is a fist, and he taught me to make mine hard." Laura Bogart makes her Rumpus debut, exploring the link between rage, power and grief.
The Rumpus Review of Zero Dark Thirty
A dizzying blitz of descriptors surrounds Katheryn Bigelow’s Zero Dark Thirty: pro-torture, anti-torture; anti-Bush, pro-Obama; mindlessly jingoistic, nuanced in its critique of American exceptionalism.
The Rumpus Review of Haywire
The finest moment in Steven Soderbergh’s Haywire isn’t one of its pyrotechnic fight scenes; it’s a facial expression. Shock hopscotches into fear before easing into awe as John Kane (Bill…
The Rumpus Review of Shame
Beneath Shame’s veneer of soulless chic and artful grit, there’s an urgency that’s like an infant’s cry: blunt yet piercing, aware only of its own pain.