A little while ago, I got sick of hearing that my generation—which for some God awful reason is called Generation Y—was spoiled, lazy and stupid, all while we were fighting…
The book blogs are in a tizzy! One second, it doesn’t look good for literature. The cancer has spread. The postmortem is imminent. But then all of the sudden they…
Greetings! I am Seth, the new Sunday Rumpus Editor. My first act ever in this position will be to recap this week’s book reviews, so that you can start your…
Today marks the 400th anniversary of the release, by publisher Thomas Thorpe, of Shakespeare’s sonnets. A new book by Clinton Heylin, called So Long as Men Can Breathe: The Untold…
Are marketing departments running the major publishing houses? Do editors and agents know what they're doing? Are small presses the future of literature? Is everything a crapshoot? What's a first-time novelist to do?
Like the razor-edged minimalism of Robert Creeley, the rich ontology of these poems, where the content and form eloquently match, communicates carefully into the reader’s memory.
Sometimes, the Rumpus makes fun of the book blogs, especially when they write about whether William Shatner would beat James T. Kirk in a fight to the death. But this…