Eulogy Material
“This is eulogy material,” my father says as he explains this logic. He preps me, teaches me what to say, how to stand. “Remember how he used to draw symbols on his socks,” he begins...
Rumpus Originals
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The Rumpus Interview with Rachel Kushner
Rachel Kushner’s The Flamethrowers is full of energy. It is about people carving out their own worldviews into the established façade of the world. The artists in New York and…
The Last City I Loved: Austin
I was new to Austin and to adulthood, and if adulthood meant dressing up in pencil skirts and suffering, well, I’d pretend that was as glamorous as it looked in old movies. I didn’t care. I loved it. I’d kiss it like the girl in the song kissed ice and dirt.
FUNNY WOMEN #105: Reflections of the Boyfriend of a Manic Pixie Dream Girl
I don’t even know her. But I do. I want to marry her and sleep by her side forever.
For All the Saints
I’m a student, I say. My teacher has told me to go to a cemetery and find a stone, any stone, that speaks to me. I chose Kenda’s because hers gave more information, more anything, than any other stone I saw in the one cemetery I visited.
The Rumpus Interview with James Vance
We talk to James Vance about the Great Depression, creeping pessimism, and the challenges of exploring these subjects in comics form in his new graphic novel On the Ropes.
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #193
MY BREAKFAST WAFFLE ★★★★★ (2 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing my breakfast waffle.
The Rumpus Interview with Thao Nguyen
“I wanted to try to be a real live person, rather than just singing songs about them,” singer-songwriter Thao Nguyen said about the turn her life took after releasing Know…
Greenford’s Gift
Thirty-seven years after leaving the West London suburb—a psychic terrain as much as a geographical one—I can look back on it with something other than an anguished mix of tenderness and terror.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Last First Day
"My desires had now become too big, the call to a larger life too loud to be easily hushed." As her children age and her identity as a Mother shifts, the author must step outside the safety of an outgrown marriage.
The Saturday Rumpus Comic: Equinox
My arm hairs on my right arm have been growing into tiny trees...
