Rumpus Original Fiction: Zhiyu/Jerry
Here is the genuine article: a young, American man, who expects the things he wants to come quickly, with just a word, a smile. So be it.
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Analyzing the Why: A Conversation with Jonathan Reiss
Jonathan Reiss discusses his debut novel Getting Off, his transition from actor to writer, his own past drug use, and our country's current opioid epidemic.
What to Read When You’ve Made It More Than Halfway through 2017
A list of Rumpus editors' favorite reads from 2017 thus far—books that have kept us sane, challenged us to work harder and think bigger, and kept us dreaming and hopeful.
The Driving Thing of It: A Conversation with Mick Harvey
Mick Harvey discusses his decades-long music career, working on cover songs written in another language, and finding longevity in the music business.
Spaces of Exception vs. Spaces of Redemption: The Films of Ana Lily Amirpour
Diasporic communities live inside a host nation, but they also live with difference.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Dean Rader
Let’s admit it: we have all been vacillating between hindrance and drawback, / but that doesn’t mean our languor is our own.
Voices on Addiction: Keys
He wasn’t an alcoholic! He was just British. I was starting to think that this bullet was long past being dodged.
VISIBLE: Women Writers of Color: Erika T. Wurth
Erika T. Wurth talks about her latest book, Buckskin Cocaine, persevering through rejection, and white writers writing Native characters.
Mixed Feelings: Happy Wife, Happy Life
Ending a relationship is hard, but it’s not as hard as quitting an institution. And the thing we often forget about marriage is that it is an institution.
Transcending Spaces: A Literary & Aerial Spectacular
Join H.I.P. Lit, VIDA, and The Rumpus for a riveting night of readings and aerial performances at our 2017 Brooklyn Book Festival Bookend event!
Swinging Modern Sounds #83: On George
There really is not a day that doesn’t go by that I don’t stop at some moment and think about George Harrison.
Dispatches from the Swamp: Storm’s Coming
It was as if I could hear the whole country breathing softly, softly, together. Finally, the sleepless eye had closed.