A Note to My Fellow White Males
Dear Dudes: As a fellow white male, I understand how tough it is to get oneself noticed above the din of all the other white male voices out there.
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Where I Write #11: A Table Meant For Dining
There is a corkboard here. On it, there is a paper doll of L., a friend from my grad school days. The doll features a pixie haircut, a polka-dot blouse,…
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Interviews Tracy K. Smith
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Tracy K. Smith about her collection Life on Mars/
The Octopi and the Flaking Salt
The Grief Performance took me to the edge of an existential black hole, then threw me back on the concrete and said, “Bitch, please. This is theater.”
The Rumpus Interview with Tony Perrottet
Cullen Thomas sits down with Tony Perrottet to discuss his latest book, The Sinner’s Grand Tour: A Journey through the Historical Underbelly of Europe.
J. Donald Walsh, Jr: A Tribute
When Jeff Van Gundy, the Knicks’ scrappy underdog coach, resigned mid-season in 2001, he cited the loss of his college roommate in the World Trade Center attack as a primary…
Come Again: Harmony Holiday’s Negro League Baseball
Rumpus Poetry Club Board Member Gabrielle Calvocoressi on why she chose Harmony Holiday’s Negro League Baseball as the June selection of The Rumpus Poetry Book Club:
When the Stonecutter’s Work is Done
Be warned: Char demands much from his reader. His poetry seems to exist in a limbo, where emotion and intellect meet with startling results. His labyrinthine vision leads the reader…
The Rumpus Review of My Heart Is An Idiot
Sitting down to watch My Heart Is An Idiot, the romantic documentary by FOUND Magazine founder Davy Rothbart and director David Meiklejohn, I expected a typical story of “boy meets…
FUNNY WOMEN #54: Thomas Hardy Isn’t Jane Austen; Get Over It
They hated the ending. I knew they would. They always hate the ending. “They” means my university students. “The ending” means the last chapters of Thomas Hardy’s novel Far From the Madding…
Life on Sandpaper
Yoram Kaniuk’s autobiographical novel Life on Sandpaper follows the Israeli writer through his galavanting in 1950s Greenwich Village.
Where I Write #10: Nowhere, Everywhere
Most often, I don’t. I watch basketball instead. I check my e-mail. I cook dinner and make love to my girlfriend and read magazine articles about the financial crisis. I…