All Over Coffee #497
"I listened to the news of the world too early and so the rest of the morning walked around feeling that everything was bad."
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Sunday Rumpus Fiction: Mirrorverse
A man. His ex-wife. Her husband. And a multitude of parallel universes playing out on the television screen.
For A.M., 1996-2013
When you're just a kid, you don't realize how big the world is outside of you.
The Last Book I Loved: A Time to Be Born
Ernest Hemingway purportedly said of Dawn Powell that she was his “favorite living writer.” Powell’s reputation has dwindled since then, and so I picked up A Time to Be Born in an…
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Camille Guthrie
This is an edited transcript of the Poetry Book Club discussion with Camille Guthrie.
The Skin of Women
I knew, eventually, he would ask me about the girls on the beach. He came close and asked, “Why are they so naked?”
Super Hot Prof-on-Student Word Sex: Brian Sousa
Every once in a great long while, you encounter a student whose devotion to reading and writing, to the language itself, leaves you humbled and speechless. Brian Sousa was not that student.
The Rumpus Interview with Mark O’Connell
Mark O'Connell, author of the first original e-book from The Millions, talks about why he is interested in and troubled by what he calls this “frictionless sharing and flattening of affect,” particularly when it comes to what Internet inside jokes have nicknamed Epic Fails.
FUNNY WOMEN #96: Explanation of Benefits
This notice is to inform you that the procedure/treatment performed on January 2, 2013 is not covered under your health plan by reason code L0L.
The Ghost of Mary MacLane
An average American newspaper-reader in the first decade of the last century immediately understood, if he read that something was “of the Mary MacLane type,” that this name was shorthand for outsized self-absorption of a specifically feminine nature.
THE LONELY VOICE #24: ON KAWABATA, MORE SEX THAN SEX, THOUGHTS ON A PALM OF THE HAND STORY
Not long before his suicide in April 1972, Yasunari Kawabata did something that has perplexed me for years.