Where the God of Love Hangs Out
Amy Bloom’s characters are glorious, endearing wrecks—vain, horny, bullheaded, and brave. They resemble everyone we’ve ever known intimately.
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A FAN’S NOTES, The Rumpus Sports Columns #19: Call Me By Your Game
When I need a haircut, I go to a barbershop run by a pair of balding Italian brothers in Park Slope, Brooklyn. My hair is thin enough now that I’m…
TRUTH SERUM:
Working Outdoors
And if you’re into destroying trees, there are several Truth Serum books available.
The Rumpus Review of The White Ribbon
Haneke breathes an unholy life into the generation of children who would grow up to become the obedient soldiers and members of the Nazi party, indirectly asking: What was the…
Katie Roiphe’s Big Cock Block
I’m not sure what feminist nomenclature Katie Roiphe would assign herself, but I can’t fathom why she would choose to “assign primacy” to The Man.
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #17
THAT PICTURE FRAME MODEL ★★★★★ (2 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing that picture frame model.
The Rumpus Interview with Thomas Doyle
When we were young, many of us built shoebox dioramas depicting scenes from a book, or an historical event. Artist Thomas Doyle did too, but whereas most of us abandoned…
Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #11: Michael Jordan Chews Gum
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) Michael Jordan Chews Gum Substantially harder than you or me a clamping motion that knots the muscles of his already…
SMALL POTATOES: Possibly Another Confusing Cartoon
Click here to read The Rumpus interview with Paul Madonna Read more Small Potatoes at angrylittlepotatoes.com …
Reading in the New Year
Rumpus Books asked some of our favorite writers what they will be reading as we leave the aughts behind and sally forth into a new decade.
FUNNY WOMEN #11: The Emily Post Guide to Beheadings
It happens in all our lives. We put down our golf clubs to peruse the mail that the butler has brought on a silver tray, when we discover an invitation…