Rumpus Original
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The Supreme Court School of PoMo Theory
“All literature is interactive,” [Scalia] writes, countering those who find special danger in violent video games because of their interactivity.
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OG DAD: Big Daddy Cannes
First time away from the baby, and the world is a strange new place. Before leaving, I spent an acid-without-the-acid-esque few days contemplating the tiny faux-hawked nipple-sucker perched atop E’s monstro breast.
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The Next Letter In The Mail: D. A. Powell
Our next Letter In The Mail, going out later this week, is from poet D. A. Powell!
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Here We Are Becoming Champs
When you say you are pinay or pinoy, especially in the States, I have a new name for you, it’s big sister or big brother. We are one big family.
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The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Patrick Somerville
Patrick Somerville on everything from riddles to the elemental power of love to his secular obsession with good and evil.
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Creative Fuel
I’ve never been much of a drugs guy. My friends told me I got mean when I smoked, and anything harder made the next day feel so much worse than being on the drugs had felt good the day before.…
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The Rumpus Book Club Interviews Emily St. John Mandel
The Rumpus Book Club talks with Emily St. John Mandel about The Lola Quartet, panthers in Florida, her writing process, and more.
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THE WEEK IN GREED #8: Explaining Taxes to a Five Year Old
One nice thing about small children is that they aren’t scared to ask questions. They haven’t completely absorbed the idea that ignorance is shameful.
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The Rumpus Interview with Merrill Garbus of tUnE-YaRdS
Merrill Garbus’s music is hard to define or readily summarize.
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Live Forever
In September of 1932, just hours after his uncle’s funeral, twelve-year-old Ray Bradbury was walking down the familiar streets of Waukegan, Illinois when he spotted a carnival tent on the shores of Lake Michigan. The night prior, young Bradbury had…
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Bodies in Bikinis: Are You Buying It?
As we watched the stick, scantily clad models parade onscreen for public consumption, my daughter turned to me, her face tight with disgust, and asked, “Why would women do that?”
