Rumpus Originals
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Days of Heaven’s Gate
In the late ‘70s, Michael Cimino was riding high. Fresh off The Deer Hunter and about to go into production on his epic dream project, Cimino could seemingly do no wrong.
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A Book About My Father: George, Being George
I should perhaps start off by saying that I had almost nothing to do with the oral biography about my father, George Plimpton.
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Naked in DC
Craig Seymour is funny, precise, and egoless: the perfect combination for a good sex worker memoirist.
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To Err Is Human
A memoir of the war in Afghanistan asks questions about war and responsibility and what it means to be an American after 9/11.
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I Married a Novelist
“What’s it like to be married to another writer?” Someone asks this question, with varying degrees of fascination, every time I do a reading. It’s as predictable as the person who laughs in all the wrong spots, or the question about…
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The Rumpus Review of Tokyo!
There aren’t many three-part, thematically connected, self-contained, trilogy films (I’m trying to avoid that abused word “triptych” here).
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Scrawl Girl
What does it mean to draw outside the lines? Allison Benis White sketches it out in Self-Portrait with Crayon.
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The Ground Beneath Their Feet
Aaron Gwyn’s novel describes a world in which people can fall through the surface of the earth and be snatched by a mythological creature, never to be heard from again.
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Bravery, Panties, and Devil’s Tower: The Rumpus Interview with Laurel Nakadate
Laurel Nakadate is a photographer and filmmaker from New York City.
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Trevor Paglen reveals the “Blank Spots on the Map”
Trevor Paglen may be familiar for his 2008 appearance on The Colbert Report, where he talked about his book I Could Tell You but Then You Would Have to be Destroyed By Me, a picture book of military unit patches…
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Margaret Cho on The Wrestler and Wrestling and Youth and S&M and Violence
Comedy hadn’t taken off yet for me, and so I tried to get as many jobs as possible. Wrestling seemed like it would be easy.
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Humpty Dumpty Was Pushed
Mark Blatte’s hip-hop-crime novel brings a touch of philosophy to New York’s mean streets