Rumpus Original
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The Last Book I Loved: Beautiful Ruins
I’d been treated for cancer, left my husband, patched things up, and just as life was veering back towards Normalville, it took a headlong swerve.
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Paper Trumpets #25: Abstract vs. Accident
If you tell yourself you’re going to work in an abstract style, is that too premeditated? I wonder if abstract is just another word for accidental.
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The Rumpus Interview with Sarah Gerard
Author Sarah Gerard talks about her novel, Binary Star, her chapbook, BFF, dysfunctional relationships, and what it means to be best friends forever.
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Rock & Home
Can domestic life and rock & roll flourish together in contemporary novels? Should they?
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Nuclear Family
This is how I understood the nucleus: the minimum of what we need, and that which forms the “originating core” or heart of us, the three of us.
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The Rumpus Interview with Colin D. Halloran
Writer and former US Army infantryman Colin D. Halloran on his new collection, Icarian Flux, how he used experimental narrative to explore his life with PTSD, and why he doesn’t want to be known only as a “war poet.”
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The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Mark Haskell Smith
Mark Haskell Smith on what he learned about nudity and politics, nudity and sexuality, and naturists vs. libertines while writing his new book, Naked at Lunch.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Queen of Decay
I wish it had been: Amy was a brilliant and tortured artist. Lets explore her brilliance. Let’s watch her perform.
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Readers Report: Summer Fever
A collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “Summer Fever.”
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Sound & Vision: Dana Nielsen
GRAMMY-nominated mixer, engineer, producer, and musician Dana Nielsen talks about his career, his music, and his new collaboration with Crown and the M.O.B., All Rise, which he co-produced.
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Songs of Our Lives: “Looks Like Rain” by the Grateful Dead
By the time I was introduced to the Grateful Dead, I was not only desperate for change, I needed it.
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The Creative Writing Class That Changed My Life
One could sense this passion in all of us. It seemed to fill the classroom as if it were part of the oxygen.