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Stephen Elliott
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The Great Film Festival Swindle
“Never pay an entry fee. If they won’t give you a waiver they aren’t interested in the film.”—Programmer for a major film festival
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Dear McSweeney’s: Two Letters from Stephen Elliott
I’ve been traveling for two weeks and people prone to the kind of thoughts I’m prone to should never be alone out in the world.
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An Oral History of Myself #15: Neil Elliott
This is probably one of those interviews where I should keep my mouth shut but you’re my son.
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Bombing the Bookclub
We had a number of people quit The Rumpus Book Club today because I wrote in a Daily Rumpus email that Israel should stop bombing Gaza.
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The Saddest Story I’ve Ever Read
“She began to nod. She was holding onto a carton of milk. It would spill. Like diarrhea-in-the-bed all over again. Another mess. The daughter tried to take the carton of milk away. She… held on defiantly.” – From I Want…
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The Rumpus Interview with Audrey Petty
In the gripping first-person accounts of High Rise Stories, former residents of Chicago’s iconic public housing projects describe life in the now-demolished high rises.
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The Rumpus Interview With Michelle Orange
We sat on my bed, our backs against the wall, talking about her essay collection, This Is Running For Your Life.
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The Rumpus Interview with Dave Eggers
Dave Eggers’s new novel, A Hologram For The King, (due out from McSweeney’s June 28) is set in Saudi Arabia.
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My Little Brother Ruined My Life
“Are you a masochist?” It’s the first thing Bosco asks me. He’s fourteen years old now, almost my height, 5′ 8″, creamy white skin, and a small, German nose from my stepmother’s side of the family.
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The Rumpus Interview with Marie Calloway
In late November Marie Calloway, a twenty-one year old college student, published on her blog a long essay about sleeping with a writer twice her age.
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An Oral History of Myself #13: Mato
I went to a Catholic school. I was a shy kid and got beat up by girls. I would express myself through drawings; that’s how I made friends. So when I transferred to the public school in fifth grade I…