The last book that I loved was You Shall Know Our Velocity! by Dave Eggers, which is about two friends, Will and Hand, who come into $32,000 around the same…
Two years ago, I ended a five-year relationship with a man who loved me. Very simply, it wasn’t enough anymore. Responses ranged from distraught to disappointment to disgust. My aunt…
Sometimes you revisit a book you love, like Francine Prose’s Goldengrove. Once you finish reading this book for the third time, you start thinking about your near-hero worship of Prose…
César Aira’s Ghosts: Meaning-saturated, beautiful and complicated. A heat soaked hallucination, this short novel moved through the minutes of the last day of the year in a building so new…
I’d always assumed, mistakenly it turns out, that the book was about a sunken boat, with a vague notion that it maybe also had something to do with World War…
This is the third year that The Rumpus has celebrated National Poetry Month by running a new, previously-unpublished poem every day for the month. Here’s a link to last year’s…
Our National Poetry Month project comes to an end two days after the end of the month, but we close with a special treat–a poem from the next book selection…
30 days hath September, April, June and November. All the rest have 31, excepting The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month celebration, which has 32 this year. Celebrate April 31 with us…