Rumpus Original
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The Rumpus Interview with Austin Bunn
Austin Bunn talks about his new story collection, The Brink, his latest script for a short film, In the Hollow, working in multiple mediums, and why some novels read like early drafts of screenplays.
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The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Christine Sneed
Suzanne Clores talks with novelist Christine Sneed about Paris, beauty, and her latest book, Paris, He Said.
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The Saturday Rumpus Interview: Sarah Hepola
Editor and writer Sarah Hepola talks about her new memoir Blackout, how gender affects alcoholism, writing about female friendships, and the writers who’ve influenced her.
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Love Wins
Today, the Supreme Court ruled in a 5-to-4 vote that the Constitution guarantees a right to same-sex marriage.
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The Rumpus Interview with Christy Crutchfield
Novelist Christy Crutchfield talks about her debut, How to Catch a Coyote, world building, inspiration, icky fiction, the role of mystery, and the marathon of novel writing
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Sound Takes: Sometimes I Sit and Think, and Sometimes I Just Sit
Like a whip-crack into my ears, [Barnett’s] songs reverberate through my head.
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OG Dad #27: Tiny Brandos
Forgive me if I’ve said it before, but now that I’m working dad duty without heroin I can see why I needed it.
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Something Small and Heavy
This is not a biography, photograph, or method of cloning, not footage, not a transcription—in short: this is not faithful.
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The Rumpus Late Nite Poetry Show: Cate Marvin
In Episode 11 of The Rumpus Late Nite Poetry Show, Cate Marvin discusses her new collection, Oracle, marsupials, and why she’ll never write a prose poem.
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Colin Winnette
The Rumpus Book Club chats with Colin Winnette about his new novel Haints Stay, writing ambiguity, and playing against the expectations of genre.
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Yearbook #2: Alysia Abbott
In Yearbook #2, Alysia Abbott talks about her memoir Fairyland, a storytelling and community project for children of parents who died of AIDS, and how upsetting is can be to pour through old journals.
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My Evenings Reading Alone
For nearly ten years I had lain beside him: the snoring was a blow, but, looking back, it was also a necessary portent, an etch in our story, the fuzzy spot on a picture frame you can’t tell is from…