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The Two Tragedies of Life: Le Grand Meaulnes, Modernism (And Me)
One night, she burst into my room, handed me a battered paperback and said, “This is the best book on earth and it’s about us,” and dashed back out again.
The Big Idea: Andrew Solomon
Writer and journalist Andrew Solomon talks about parent-child differences, and the eleven-year process of writing his latest book, which profiles families of deaf, dwarf, autistic, severely disabled, transgendered, schizophrenic, and other marginalized children.
Poetry Wire: Remembering Jake Adam York, 1972-2012
The Rumpus mourns the passing of Jake Adam York. We have here collected together some tributes and memories from his friends and fellow writers. We send our condolences to Jake's friends and family.
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #165
ARCHAEOLOGY ★★★★★ (3 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing archaeology.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Jackie
Her father had a first wife--her brothers a first mother. Author Elizabeth Tannen still searches for the elusive "Jackie" in relics of her youth.
Today, Enough
We are crying out for change, for a mental health care system that can truly help the people who soothe their inner torment by reaching for weapons of such destruction. We are crying out for gun control laws that, at the very least, make it more difficult for such tragedies to occur.
The Rumpus Interview with Nataly Kelly
Writer, translator, and interpreter Nataly Kelly talks about the difficulties of translating across cultures, the emotional barriers that interpreters face, and what it really means to be fluent.
Sympathy for the Devil
“You have a demon inside of you that is making you gay,” she stammered quietly. “I know because I used to have a demon that gave me a gluten intolerance. But then I, uh, prayed and God cast it out.”
ALBUMS OF OUR LIVES: PETER GABRIEL’S SO
The only thing that could put me back right was a long walk in the cold along the Danube, with Peter Gabriel singing in my ear.
Displays of Affection
I’m a reluctant decorator. Maybe it’s because I’m really a poet, or maybe because I’m a slob. Either way, despite a life long fascination with my own personal mise en…