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Zoe Zolbrod
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Sunday Links
This week’s Sunday Rumpus essay made me especially attuned to other pieces that touch on immigration and power differentials. In “On Publishing a First Memoir,” Daisy Hernandez recalls a teenaged boy, an artist, who was in the U.S. without papers…
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Kathy Acker, Icon
In today’s New York Times Book Review, there’s a great essay by Cheryl Strayed responding to the prompt “Is This a Golden Age for Woman Essayists?” She rightly tears the question to shreds. And yet, I’ll admit it. I tend…
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New Sunday, New Editors
Way back in the 1990s we, Zoe Zolbrod and Martha Bayne, decided to publish a zine. For months we zipped editorial ideas back and forth on our brand-new AOL accounts, and then, shortly after Martha emigrated from Brooklyn to join…
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Who’s Crying Now
Faced with parenting children who have no qualms about bursting into tears, Zoe Zolbrod revisits her own stoic childhood, two generations of secret abuse, and whether crying may hold the power to protect.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Lisa, Wolf, and the World
What is the price of art–of inspiration? Shaken by the dire financial need of one of her youthful punk idols, Zoe Zolbrod powerfully re-examines her own relationship to the middle-class ethos.
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The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Anne Elizabeth Moore
“The phrase ‘global citizen’ always gets tossed around with my work, and part of it is that, clearly, talking about being a global citizen is the only way we can talk about participating in globalization without feeling like assholes.”
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The Last City I Loved: Chicago
It depends on the definition of love, of course. You can spend a week in a city and ache at the sight of its balconies, be imprinted forever with the particular stench of jasmine and diesel. But if the intimacy…
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The Sunday Rumpus Interview with Lisa Carver
I first heard of Lisa Carver in the late 1980s, when we were both about 19 or 20. Performing under the name Lisa Suckdog in shows that involved screeching, screaming, pissing, and violence, she was often spoken of in the same…