Blogs
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The Last Book I Loved: West with the Night
Her mother was a nurse, shot in World War II in Nepal. She—my mother-in-law—was an Ivy League-educated, motorcycle-driving, garden-planting veterinarian in Vermont… with a pilot’s license. When she passed away after a bout with cancer, two weeks after the birth…
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Amity Bacon: The Last Book I Loved, The Hunger Games
This summer, I find myself reading young adult fiction on the bus as inconspicuously as possible, wrapping my arm around the cover in such a way that no one will know its title, and tilting the book just-so, so that…
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The Last Book I Loved: Museum of the Weird
When we were all eight, the girls in my grade decided we had secret worlds. One world belonged to me and my best friend Chloe, and the other world belonged to every other eight-year old girl; and the clash between…
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Tragedy. Call. Compassion. Response.
Every day, terrible things happen in the world. Every damn day too many people die or suffer for reasons that defy comprehension.
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Ted Wilson Reviews the World #95
THE HAMBURGLAR ★★★★★ (3 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing the Hamburglar.
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THE LONELY VOICE #12: Cheever in Albania Or The Lonely Voice Hates Travel Writing
There are few things more riveting than watching people gossip in a language you don’t understand.
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A FAN’S NOTES, The Rumpus Sports Column #39: It Gets Better
In late June, several days before Derek Jeter went yard with his milestone 3,000th hit as a Yankee, something even more incredible happened in the State of New York: the State Senate passed a bill legalizing same-sex marriage.
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Ted Wilson Reviews the World #94
EATING ★★★★★ (4 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing eating.
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Deborah Rose Reeves: The Last Book I Loved, The House of Paper
The last book I loved is about a woman named Bluma who was, arguably, killed by a poem, and a man called Carlos Brauer who loved books so much he mistook them for his mind, and cemented himself inside them…
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The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #44: Beverly Parayno in Conversation with Gregory
Gregory is an eighty-two-year-old Russian Jewish man who works across the aisle from me at a nonprofit community center in Palo Alto. I’d always been curious about why he was still working. When I asked him for an interview, he…
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A Grittier Acknowledgement of What We’re Up Against: A Sugar Addendum
I meant to say there is no cure except to live the hell out of our lives, to take it apart, to put it back together, to dig it all up, and then fill the hole.
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Maureen Miller: The Last Book I Loved, 2030
Three years ago this spring I gave myself one Sunday afternoon off from self-pity to indulge in some window-shopping. A movie rental place among the sporadic cush boutiques of a “turning” avenue in Greenpoint, Brooklyn first caught my guilt-trap.