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Nick Cave Monday #11: “Sad Dark Eyes”
There is a soundtrack that plays in my head when I’m in love with a lady and “Sad Dark Eyes” is a part of that DJ set of my mind. I was always a DJ in my mind from the…
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Weekend Rumpus Roundup
Our posting schedule was a little light over the holiday weekend, but Michelle Dean’s ode to used books is well worth a read: My copy of Anne of Green Gables, the one my dad read to me, is worn and…
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Notable New York, This Week 11/26-12/2
This week in New York, you get Saturday off but that’s it: MONDAY 11/26: The Strand hosts a benefit reading for PEN’s Prison Writing Program, featuring readings by Lili Taylor, Nick Flynn, Touré, and Bryonn Bain. 7:30pm, $35. TUESDAY 11/27: Rudy’s,…
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Dan Weiss’s Morning Coffee
It is pretty cool to uncover a 1920s Berlin cabaret. Does being overweight make you (scientifically) jollier (no, well, sometimes). Here is some cross-section anatomy for you. Letters from space! And now some 19th Century mathematical drawings of human consciousness.
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The Rumpus Interview with Jon Ronson
A “non-stop, fascinatingly meandering, frequently interrupting, talking-over-each-other, freewheeling kind of conversation” with bestselling author Jon Ronson.
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Lit-Link Round-Up
The habits of famous (mostly dead) writers. I love Richard Cox, LitReactor, and this list of 10 Awesome Writers You’ve Never Heard of Before. Though I am happy to say I bet you have heard of plenty of ’em, including…
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Used Books
1. The people who fret over the Future of the Book talk about the loss of the tactile, of the physical act of holding the book. Me, the only thing I worry about is no longer having used books.
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“Book of Dog” by Cleopatra Mathis
The domesticated dog, evolved 15,000 years ago from gray wolves, is not a reliquary of slavish dependence in Book of Dog, Cleopatra Mathis’ seventh collection, nor is it a token of the bourgeois middle-class’s presumed benignity. It is as necessary…
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“Melancholia (An Essay)” by Kristina Marie Darling
Kristina Marie Darling’s wonderful new book of poems, Melancholia (An Essay)—her fourth—is more than a collection of abandoned footnotes and glossaries (poetic constructs she has been mastering since Night Songs), it is a history composed entirely of an ex-lover’s curios—a…


