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The Rumpus Saturday Essay: Stain
It’s hard to remember why I was silent. Maybe, like some of the women only now reporting they were raped by Bill Cosby decades ago, I was afraid I wouldn’t be believed.
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The Last Book I Loved: Where’d You Go, Bernadette
Bernadette Fox is awesome, but she is also kind of losing it, and I get it.
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Sound & Vision: Scott Crawford
Director and punk rock enthusiast Scott Crawford talks with Allyson McCabe about his film Salad Days, his punk fanzine Metrozine, Kickstarter, and DIY music culture.
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Fantasy Football for Poets: Dispatch #2
“You want your cup to overflow,” he said. “My cup is causing a flood.”
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Eventually, We All Become Members of the Dead Dad Club
Dads are a funny thing. So many of us have strained relationships with them.
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Paper Trumpets #14: Shadow Made of Water
Sometimes I don’t realize I’m doing something clever until later.
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The Rumpus Interview with Wayne Harrison
Wayne Harrison discusses his debut novel, The Spark and the Drive, fiction, working as a correctional officer, and Carl Benz’s three-wheeled Motor Car.
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Lines Like Loss, Like Leaving
I know you understand me when I tell you this. I know you understand dead of night. Tell me what lines you’ve read so I know how to imagine you. Tell me who is gone. Tell me if you, like…
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The Rumpus Review of Nightcrawler
Gyllenhaal is a perfect sociopath. His calm and calculated demeanor is accentuated by the hollow look in his eyes. He delights in the demise of his peers. He has no remorse. Sounds like the kids I went to college with.
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TED WILSON REVIEWS THE WORLD #262
OKCUPID ★★★★★ Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing OkCupid.
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The Rumpus Interview with Rebecca Makkai
Rebecca Makkai talks about ghosts, teaching, chronology in writing, and her new novel, The Hundred-Year House.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: This Place
All that afternoon the smell in the hallway bothered me. I was cleaning my apartment, making it as nice as I could, running the vacuum, taking out the recycling. But every time I went into the hall, I thought: what…