Rumpus Originals
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Almost Never, by Daniel Sada
Sex is the first word and ironic driving force of Daniel Sada’s Almost Never. It is the activity the agronomist Demetrio Sordo decides upon to break up the monotony of nightly strolls, cups of coffee, and games of dominos. The only…
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A Concrete Home, or How I Learned to Love the Flag
Pablo Airaldi spent seven months in detention waiting to find out if he would be allowed to stay in America. This is from his daily journals written during that time.
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Coming to That by Dorothea Tanning
Dorothea Tanning’s Coming to That is a book full of imagination, creativity, and intellect.
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OG DAD: The Texas Jew Panel
For reasons I explained last time around, we are having our little she-creature in Austin, which has a reputation as the hipster heart of Texas.
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The Rumpus Interview with Julianna Baggott
Julianna Baggott’s Pure is about a post-apocalyptic world where the responsibility for changing and saving civilization lies with children.
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THE WEEK IN GREED #6: To Behave Like the Fallen World
It’s no coincidence that the one man willing to lie about his savagery as an adolescent is the one running for president.
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Between the Crackups, by Rebecca Lehmann
Rebecca Lehmann’s collection, Between the Crackups, is a glittering, furious book. Many of its poems inhabit a childhood world full of violence and anger. Others showcase adult voices that range in tone; they are frustrated, sorrowful, sometimes funny, sometimes contemplative.…
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Thinking Outside the Boomer Box
I am turning 60 this month, and I have to say that 60 has been occupying my thoughts quite a bit more than 50 did, or 40, or 30, or even 20
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Ninety Days: A Memoir of Recovery by Bill Clegg
There is a moment in Junky in which a psychiatrist asks William Burroughs’ narrator why he needs narcotics. His answer is to get out of bed in the morning, to function – “I need it to stay alive.” Later, managing…
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Keepers
You won’t think of us until morning. Until we announce ourselves with the hollow ding of knuckles on aluminum. A keycard, a rubber doorstop, a single word. Some of us, as if to suggest we are meek, industrious mice doing…
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The Trouble With Prince Charming or He Who Trespassed Against Us
I enjoy fairy tales because I need to believe, despite my cynicism, that there is a happy ending for everyone, for me.