Not-So-Ancient History
A first novel set in modern Zimbabwe begins: “Two days after I turned fourteen the son of our neighbor set his stepmother alight.”
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Still Bored to Death?
Jonathan Ames has a great blog about his HBO TV series Bored to Death. In this post he talks about the irony of engaging in an S&M session with his…
Notable San Francisco, This Week 10/19-10/25
This week in San Francisco, geek gods at Cafe Du Nord, Michael Bartalo talks recyclable art, Ghostface Killah hangs out on Haight street, and more: Monday 10/19: Get your nerd…
Achebe Fights Darkness
Over at NPR is an interview with Chinua Achebe, author of Things Fall Apart. In the article, which is accompanied by an audio interview with Achebe, he talks about his…
Notable New York, This Week 10/19-10/25
This week, Chinua Achebe speaks, n+1 in conversation with Reihan Salam and Ross Douthat, Jonathan Lethem reads, composer/drummer Bobby Previte with Psychedelic Furs’ Knox Chandler, photographer Jeff Wall presents more…
The Rumpus Interview with Alasdair Gray
Writer and artist Alasdair Gray is his own best nightmare. It took the modern Scottish bard twenty-five years to finish Lanark: A Life in Four Books (1981), his fat, strangely…
Marilyn Nelson on Fortune’s Bones
Fortune’s Bones: The Manumission Requiem is the poet Marilyn Nelson’s rendering of a really horrific true story about a slave owner in Connecticut who dissected the slave Fortune’s bones and…
Junot Diaz on the Virtues of Being Stubborn
Junot Diaz, winner of the Pulitzer for my favorite book of the last few years The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, has written a pretty inspiring tale of frustration…
The Rumpus Sunday Book Blog Roundup
Good morning, world. This week, the blogs are full of fun. Many of them had wondrous posts having to do with lovable, humorous, classic sci-fi authors like Vonnegut and Bradbury…
The Rumpus Sunday Book Review Supplement
It’s fall! The air is crisp, the leaves are falling, and I can’t seem to leave my house.
The Last Poem I Loved: “Made Flesh” by Craig Arnold
I met the poet Craig Arnold only once. It was late February or early March of this year.
Ken Krimstein: The Last Book I Loved, The Leopard
Loved? Big word. I’ve liked a lot of books. But loved? And then, what was the last one I loved? I’m not sure I’ve ‘loved’ more than three books in…