The Rumpus Interview with Chad Stokes of Dispatch
These guys gave up the dream of every fledgling college band. And yet, still, more than a decade later -- they are arguably bigger than they would've been had they stayed together.
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Give Something, Get Something
I know I don’t truly understand what blood money really means, or what it is to offer up the vein, to be willing to give anything just to get by, but I have learned this: just because a story has utility doesn’t mean it’s false.
FUNNY WOMEN #87: Delusions of Grandeur
I told him that I was a novelist and modeled in between books to support the online charity I’d founded to send unwanted makeup to women abroad.
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #154
SALAMANDERS ★★★★★ (2 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing salamanders.
The Rumpus Interview With Kevin Moffett
The first time I almost heard of The Silent History from Eli Horowitz was three or so years ago.
Nick Cave Monday #3: “Shivers” To “Junkyard”
A Quick Video Evolution of Nick Cave from 1979 – 1982.
The Rumpus Interview with Scott Hutchins
Longtime Rumpus contributor Scott Hutchins discusses his debut novel, A Working Theory of Love, the Turing test, instant messaging chatbots, and whether technology is actually in danger of isolating and alienating people.
The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Junot Díaz
Junot Díaz is the most interesting kind of… hmm… I was going to use the word “genius,” but maybe that’s not quite right for a man who spends seventeen years honing one brilliant book.
The Rumpus Interview with Rachel Ries
Rachel Ries is a singer/songwriter from South Dakota with a homespun style, hand-sewing fabric sleeves for limited edition EPs and selling homemade jam at shows. Her music is an exquisite…
Sister
It is as if a great house has fallen―sunk into the mire which seethes around the ancestral manor, amid an unrecognizable, Martian landscape. The narrator of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Fall of the House of Usher” has no name, no real structural substance beyond his vague association with this other guy, an old friend of his.