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SELF-MADE MAN #32: Grief is the Price We Pay for Love
My son, Mom said, even when it must have been so hard for her to rewrite the moment I was born, the one that belonged to her alone.
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The Rumpus Interview with Lidia Yuknavitch
Lidia Yuknavitch discusses her latest book, The Small Backs of Children, war, art, the chaos of experience, and that photograph of the vulture stalking the dying child in the Sudan that won the Pulitzer Prize.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: An Enemy to No Man but Himself
Jennifer Steil reflects on the death and life of her ex and comes to an unexpected understanding of addiction and the limits of responsibility.
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The Rumpus Interview with Bud Smith
Novelist Bud Smith talks about his new book, F-250, working construction and metalworking, finding writing after his friend’s death, and crashing his car over and over again.
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Sound Takes: Deep Below Heaven & Rumpus Video Premiere
Featuring an exclusive video premiere for Melaena Cadiz’s “Deep Below Heaven,” and an in-depth look at the new album.
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War Narratives #2: Trauma Writing
[I]f we don’t explore wartime trauma in literature, we will never understand war’s impact in personal or social terms; never understand the incredible variety of responses to trauma, with all its nuances and exceptions.
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Armored in Cars and Driving Unseen
America is a beautiful country and it was beautiful before we got here. I’m not sure yet if we, the ancestral echo of colonizers, are a beautiful people. I often have doubts.
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The Rumpus Interview with Jay Rubin
Author and translator Jay Rubin talks about his new novel, The Sun Gods, translating Haruki Murakami into English, and the internment of Japanese citizens during World War II.
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FUNNY WOMEN #130: Practice Test for Tweens
…educators have finally rolled out a new curriculum that they believe will be more exciting and relevant to various groups of young learners. Like this practice test for tweens!!
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How Strangers Form Constellations That Make Sense of the World
“How much does it cost to write a poem?” A red-headed teen asks, she is with a friend who has similarly long and shiny hair. “Nothing.” I spread my arms wide.
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Working Draft of Another Life
We open in a wide framing shot of autumn-tinged trees lining a schoolyard. A procession of first-graders walk-run-skip down the sidewalk circling the school.
