SELF-MADE MAN #2: Old Stories
Look, it’s an old story, masculinity; usually discussed in terms of brutality and honor, power and powerlessness, and occasionally a highlighting of the tender underbelly that rises up no matter…
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The Rumpus Interview with Sóley Stefánsdóttir
Icelandic singer-songwriter Sóley Stefánsdóttir has released her first full-length record, We Sink (Morr). This comes after Stefánsdóttir’s debut EP, Theater Island.
Alberto Barrera Tyszka’s The Sickness
Alberto Barrera Tyszka writes powerfully affecting prose and is unlikely to pull any punches, either by design or accident, as he escorts his reader through the nightmare emotional and physical landscapes inhabited by very sick people and the people who love them.
The Rumpus Interview with Rachel Lloyd
Rachel Lloyd talks about her book, Girls Like Us, founding Girls Education and Mentoring Service (GEMS), and why she was hesitant to write a memoir.
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #125
MY MAGNIFYING GLASS ★★★★★ (5 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing my magnifying glass.
From the Ruins
“Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate . . . but…
The Shape-Shifter
In his memoir, God, If You’re Not Up There, I’m F*cked, Darrell Hammond tells his story with a remarkable candor that seems designed not to shock or titillate, but to…
All Over Coffee #573
Someone asked, so…
Click image to enlarge: … All Over Coffee is published in the Sunday Datebook section of the San Francisco Chronicle, on SFGate.com, and in two book collections by City Lights…
The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Stephanie Vaughn
In January of 2001, optimistic and slightly at sea at the start of my final college semester, I walked into the University of Wisconsin’s student bookstore in search of an…
Sunday Fiction: Able, Baker, Charlie, Dog (excerpt)
When I awoke, I did not recognize the window. The snow had stopped and moonlight slanted through the glass. I could not make out the words, but I heard my…