The Last Book I Loved: Sheila Levine Is Dead and Living In New York
But when my loneliness feels as vast—and capable of drowning me—as the sea, this book about self-destruction comforts me more than any self-help.
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A Dying Art: Carrie & Lowell and Elegiac Practice
Elegy cannot protect us. It is merely a contained space for us to prowl, and to prowl in a performative manner.
War Narratives #4: Meet the Civilians
Each character achieves independence in his own way, but independence winds up looking a lot like loneliness.
The Rumpus Interview with Rick Moody
Rick Moody talks about the newly collected writings of the elusive Reginald Edward Morse, Hotels of North America, and why fiction in general ought to lie more.
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Reginald Dwayne Betts
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Reginald Dwayne Betts about his new book Bastards of the Reagan Era.
La Boheme Portlandia
As for gentrification, like in every desirable part of the country, economics decide the contest, and wealth wins every time.
(K)ink: Writing While Deviant: Tina Horn
I would go so far as to say that the entire reason I write is to detect all the irony that language allows and twist it around the truth like razor wire and ivy. That’s how I like my truth: twisted.
The Rumpus Interview with Valeria Luiselli
Valeria Luiselli talks about her new novel, The Story of My Teeth, working with a translator to publish her books in English, and how writing in weekly installments changed her process.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Catalina
Think back to crossing Santa Monica Bay with your husband, unaware that you are pregnant. You’ll suspect it later, when one night all you want for dinner is pie, the next only sparkling water and toast.
The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Taking Comfort in Futurama
I’m a comfort watcher... I retreat into the worlds I know well, with characters that are friends, with outcomes I already understand.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Divina
Look at the star, your star, in my hands. It bears your name. I was told it does not have much longer to live. I hope you do not mind my untrimmed nails.
The Rumpus and Electric Literature Present: It’s Too Cold for This!
The Rumpus and Electric Literature are excited to present IT'S TOO COLD FOR THIS, a holiday reading!