Rumpus Originals
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10/40/70 #9: The Descent
This ongoing experiment in film writing freezes a film at 10, 40, and 70 minutes, and keeps the commentary as close to those frames as possible. This week, I examine The Descent, by Neil Marshall.
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THE BLURB #17: The Poet Never Affirmeth
Are there rules that govern the representation of the “real world” in fiction? How much should fiction writers be allowed to misrepresent history before being called out for it?
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Swinging Modern Sounds #23: The Tragedy of Consciousness
Recently, I’ve been digging again through the wilds of the CD Baby site, where no print run is too small and no approach to music is too individual, and in this regard I have found a lot of great work…
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The Loneliest Thing on Earth
Miguel Syjuco’s novel, Ilustrado won the Man Asian Literary Prize while still in manuscript. A Filipino American reviewer considers the fate of Filipino writing in the American literary world.
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Ted Wilson Reviews the World #37
SEEING EYE DOGS ★★★★★ (1 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing seeing eye dogs.
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The Rumpus Red Carpet Report: The One Story Literary Debutante Ball
Four hundred writers and readers celebrated one of the country’s favorite journals. Where were you?
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SMALL POTATOES:
Endless JoyClick here to read The Rumpus interview with Paul Madonna Read more Small Potatoes at angrylittlepotatoes.com …
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The Storm of Life
In a series of violent encounters, Peter Nathaniel Malae’s debut novel asks, What are we to do with men?
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The Poetry of Polar Exploration
Elizabeth Bradfield’s passion for her subject and her acuity and great sensitivity to language make Approaching Ice a fine collection that will fit nicely on shelves of natural history books as well as those for poetry.
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #16: To the Men At Work Outside My Window
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) To the Men At Work Outside My Window See here, fellows: It is me, your skinny-stemmed little daisy faggot boy Yoo-hoo! Yes, me – the fellow you keep glaring at.…