The Box it Came In
Like that whiskey bottle, a compelling package can make you want things you don’t.
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The Rumpus Interview with Colum McCann
Novelist Colum McCann sits down and talks about his latest book, the musicality of voice, weaving the fictional with the historical, and the importance of failure.
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #185
STROLLERS ★★★★★ (2 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing strollers.
Hateful Things
Taylor’s arms are around me and I haven’t yet realized that the first boy I’ve ever loved is teaching me how to hate.
The Rumpus Interview with Jason Polan, Part II
Artist Jason Polan talks about drawing in dreams and on wet windows, black-and-white rainbows, and the largest thing he's ever made.
Songs of Our Lives: “Angel from Montgomery”
If you chase a song from the tips of its branches down its broad trunk, you’ll eventually hit cold soil and muscular roots. Good songs lead somewhere. They are present…
Self-Made Man #22: Second Person
I guess that’s what the dream wants: for me to know that the worst kind of man, the man I was scared of becoming, doesn’t frighten me any more.
Tragedy is Fast, Knowledge is Slow
For months, I had worked to help students make connections between sports and society, to help them analyze and interrogate media representations of sport and of athletes....In the immediate aftermath of the Boston bombings, I had no answers and very little context.
The Rumpus Interview with Michael Helm
One of the key themes of Helm’s novels is whether or not imagination can help humanity deal with a troubled past. Can the stories we tell about each other...help us reach some sort of peace?
The Rumpus Interview with Dawn Oberg
Dawn Oberg’s writing covers a range simultaneously comedic and biting, sad and sardonic. Her music finds a new way to twist the knife in, or maybe deliver an earnest compliment,…
Twenty-Seven
For two days, I fight the story welling up in me, denying the itch of the burn, the angry redness biting at my skin. And then I wake up the third day and say to myself, “My mom was raped when she was my age. When she was twenty-seven.”