Rumpus Originals
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Punk Rock Literati: Wells Tower and Hellbender
In June 1964 Hunter S. Thompson wrote a, for lack of a better word, gonzo letter to President Lyndon Johnson from the Holiday Inn in Pierre, South Dakota
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Vanity Fair
The essays in For You, For You I Am Trilling These Songs explore the many successes and admirable qualities of their author.
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The Blurb #14: The Land of Underwater Birds
What makes a good title? The Great Gatsby is one for the ages—but it wasn’t Fitzgerald’s idea. He wanted to call his novel Trimalchio in West Egg, which sounds like something Dr. Seuss dreamed up for The Playboy Channel.
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Ted Wilson Reviews the World #23
CRYING ★★★★★ (5 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing crying.
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The Rumpus Interview with David Shields
David Shields attempts to demolish the foundations of literature in his latest, “Reality Hunger: A Manifesto.” His target: the culture.
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SMALL POTATOES:
Late ExcuseClick here to read The Rumpus interview with Paul Madonna Read more Small Potatoes at angrylittlepotatoes.com …
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A Candy Box of History’s Sappiest Literary Lovers
Familiar figures among upper echelon literary lovelorn include Shakespeare and Anne Hathaway, Robert Louis Stevenson and Fannie Osbourne, Gerard de Nerval and Jenny Colon, to name but a few. Their stories have all the poignancy, drama, humor and pathos of…
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The Rumpus Valentine’s Day Review of Drenched
[T]he universe of Marisa Matarazzo’s first book is soaked through, awash in torrential love and water.
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Swinging Modern Sounds #20: Who’s Afraid of Serious Music?
Once, many years ago, I was at an artist’s colony in New Hampshire, The MacDowell Colony. I could never spend much time at MacDowell without suffering with paralyzing loneliness, and this visit was no exception.
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The Rumpus Interview with Caris Reid
Caris Reid, twenty-six, lives and paints in a high-ceilinged space in Greenwich Village, not far from Bob Dylan’s first New York apartment. She mixes her paints in dozens of glass candle votives spread across the floor.
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FUNNY WOMEN #15: How to Move to San Francisco
First, abandon everyone you know and love. Say goodbye to friends, lovers, would-be lovers, American cheese, and sanity. You don’t need these things in San Francisco. You need isolation. You need Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. You need Saturday nights writing…