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HORN! REVIEWS: The Wangs vs. the World
"Laugh and get depressed. Get depressed and laugh. What else was there to do?"
The Rumpus Interview with Rich Ferguson
Rich Ferguson discusses his debut novel New Jersey Me, moving to the Garden State from the South as a kid, and how music has influenced his writing.
What We Lost: Undoing the Fairy Tale Narrative of Adoption
The singular, unavoidable truth about adoption is that it requires the undoing of one family so that another one can come into being.
Reimagining America
I’m a performer, and in hard times, this job gets harder. I make music when the nation mourns, and my music can sound like hope.
Those Who Serve
To me, service is a transaction, and when you serve with real commitment, you might be on the receiving end of an appreciation that feels like a form of love.
The Rumpus Interview with Adam Morris
Adam Morris discusses Quiet Creature on the Corner, a novel he translated from the Brazilian by João Gilberto Noll, the choices he makes as a translator, and the unique narrative structure of Noll’s writing.
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat for Max Ritvo
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Kaveh Akbar, Shon Arieh-Lerer, Justin Boening, Sarah Blake, and Ariella Ritvo-Slifka about Max Ritvo's Four Reincarnations. Max Ritvo died on August 23, 2016.
United We Stand
No one knows exactly what the next four years will bring. But we are always stronger when we protest together.
Farewell, Professor Wiesel
Faith is about action, Professor Wiesel said that day. Faith is about what you do with that faith. Belief in God is to do, not to accept. So always the question: what can we do?
The Rumpus Interview with Carolyn Parkhurst
Carolyn Parkhurst discusses her latest book, Harmony, writing about your personal life and family in fiction, and her fascination with cults.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Tinfoil Astronaut
Every time I leap there is a chance I will fall, and every time I fall there is a chance I will finally crack my head open like a Faberge egg and luminous black spiders will crawl out to mark the outline of my body with blinking stars and black thread.