Rumpus Original
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Catalogue Broads
Still, stories are subject to a gravity of their own, leaking out of the crevasses of a person’s crafted exterior like coffee from the hairline crack of a ceramic mug.
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TED WILSON REVIEWS THE WORLD #269
ALPO ★★★★★ Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing Alpo.
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The Rumpus Interview with Joshua Davis
Joshua Davis talks about his new book, Spare Parts (now a movie playing all across the United States), backwards running, journalism, and entering the US National Arm Wrestling Championship.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Young Women Always Have Something to Sell
I am poked, prodded, stripped down, exposed. It is only now that I am writing this that I am discovering I have feelings about it.
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The Saturday Rumpus Review of Under The Skin
Part misandry-based revenge fantasy, part science fiction mash-up, Under the Skin weasels its way into your reptilian brain from its first baffling frames.
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Songs of Our Lives: Look Blue Go Purple’s “Circumspect Penelope”
Distance always seduced me—distance from whatever was most familiar, especially myself—but the difficulties in achieving such remove vexed me.
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The Rumpus Interview with Peter Mendelsund
Writer, designer, and thinker Peter Mendelsund talks about book design, the tangled process of reading and perception, and his two new books, Cover and What We See When We Read.
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Don’t Dream It’s Over
One of the surest indicators of change on the horizon (per the standard tropes of dream interpretation) is being pregnant in a dream.
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Paper Trumpets #17: Matador Ali
I watched the video of the fight online but the camera angle lowers so you don’t get to see this famous moment.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Tom Sleigh
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Tom Sleigh about his new book, Station Zed,, how reportage and the surreal can combine inside a poem, and secularizing the mysteries of death, redemption, and resurrection.
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“And She Went on Her Way Rejoicing”
Muriel Spark and the perennial question: “Am I a woman or an intellectual monster?”
