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Steve Almond
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Super Hot Prof-on-Student Word Sex: Alissa Nutting
She had chosen to defy all reasonable laws of feminine desire by spurning me as a sexual object. And yet she had managed to publish a book.
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Rock and Roll Will Save Your Life #3
How I Became a Music Critic: At age 19, I was assigned to review Bob Dylan in concert, despite the fact that I had very little sense of who Bob Dylan was. I was doing a summer internship at my…
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #20: Ascension
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995… but this is the end of the line) With an introduction by Matthew Zapruder **
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Let Us Now Raze Famous Men
A Rumpus Meditation on Editors, Ambition, and Angry Dependence (in 33 loosely jointed parts): 1. On July 30, the managing editor of the Virginia Quarterly Review, Kevin Morrissey, took his life. His note stated that he “just couldn’t bear it…
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #19: Graduation Party
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) Graduation Party It looks, from a distance, like a track and field tourney: so much avid motion in shorts and T-shirts the college field house rented for the occasion
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #18: The Math of Betrayal
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) The Math of Betrayal The math of betrayal my friends will never line up
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #17: Cry Timber
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) Cry Timber I am long tired of the tyranny of trees
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The New Yorker’s One Over 40
A special Rumpus lamentation with possible added pep talk. *** So last week the New Yorker published their once-a-decade Fiction Issue, in which they printed eight stories, along with their list of 20 Writers Under 40.
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Super Hot Prof-on-Student Word Sex: Tracey Wigfield
[L]et me introduce my former student Tracey Wigfield, who is now a writer for the television program 30 Rock. I am so happy for Tracey that I am now weeping inconsolably.
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #16: To the Men At Work Outside My Window
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) To the Men At Work Outside My Window See here, fellows: It is me, your skinny-stemmed little daisy faggot boy Yoo-hoo! Yes, me – the fellow you keep glaring at.…