Zona, by Geoff Dyer
To appreciate Zona, Geoff Dyer’s twelfth book, you’ll need to watch the Andrei Tarkovsky film, Stalker, among the most treasured and troubling movies in the history of cinema. If you’ve…
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On Pregnancy and Privacy and Fear
My husband, Devan, wants to know when he can stop lying to everyone he cares about. He’s talking about the baby, the fact that we’re having one (if all goes well) in early October.
Gaze by Christopher Howell
In the opening poem of Christopher Howell’s Gaze, “Home Stretch,” he concludes with, “Receive me. Here are my silver / wings, in accordance with custom. Inside of them / leaves…
The Rumpus Interview with Jonah Lehrer
If you listened to Radiolab or read the New Yorker in the last three years, you’ve probably encountered the science journalist Jonah Lehrer.
SELF-MADE MAN #8: What Makes a Man
I cock my arm and send another heavy stone into the Atlantic.
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Linda Hogan
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Linda Hogan about her poetry collection Indios.
Any Day Now, by Terry Bisson
“In this universe the night was falling…” So muses Clayton Bewley, the uprooted Kentuckian at the center of Terry Bisson’s latest novel Any Day Now. It’s a line Clay plucks…
Tomahawk Chops & Teal Bodysuits: The 1993 Atlanta Braves & Me
“It’s been good, it’s been so-so and lately it hasn’t been great, that’s for sure.”
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #134
CAMPING ★★★★★ (1 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing camping.
Fast Machine by Elizabeth Ellen
“Nothing Elizabeth Ellen has ever written has ever been political, ever.” At least according to the four teenage girls in this vimeo book trailer called “A Brief Bio by Elizabeth…
Forever Changeless: The Beach Boys, The Smile Sessions
In June of 1967, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band came out. Brian Wilson is said to have heard it and wept. Wilson, the Beach Boys’ main songwriter, producer, erstwhile…
The Last City I Loved: Chicago
It depends on the definition of love, of course. You can spend a week in a city and ache at the sight of its balconies, be imprinted forever with the…