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The Rumpus Book Club Interviews Tao Lin
The Rumpus Book Club talks with Tao Lin about Richard Yates, writing what you want to read, and when it’s okay to steal a book:
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #50: Strange Proposal
Snakes. Hummingbirds. Perhaps a polar bear.
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Triumph and Oblivion
José Saramago’s posthumous novel The Elephant’s Journey is an exploration of the self—and a gift to his readers.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Interviews Shane Book
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club talks with Shane Book about his poetry collection, Ceiling of Sticks.
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Letters, Characters, and Ten-Degree Shifts: The Rumpus Interview With Ben Greenman
Ben Greenman’s fiction is elusive stuff. His is a body of work that’s equally at home rooting narratives in history or playing textual games with the reader. Even his more historically-based work delves into unexpected societal corners, including post-Cold War…
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A MODERN READER #5: Fetishizing the Pastoral
Is it possible to pinpoint when a trend begins? When a seminal book, or movie, or article penetrates the mainstream? Really it never is a single specimen, but rather a choir erupts, as if the movie producers and publishers had…
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Ted Wilson Reviews the World #52
PATTY-CAKE ★★★★★ (4 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing patty-cake.
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Happy Labor Day!
Poor Labor Day. Gets no respect. It’s the Rodney Dangerfield of celebrations. The runt of the holiday litter.
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THE BLURB #19: The Complete Thing
“As those early days blurred into weeks, I watched my newborn son losing weight. How could it be that we did not know how to feed our son? Where was our midwife now? Why, in the middle of this enormous…
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A FAN’S NOTES, The Rumpus Sports Column #30: The Football Hold
Hey Football Fans, Have you been watching a lot of NFL preseason games lately? Or have you, like me, mostly been watching breastfeeding?
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Tinkering With the Closed Box
Cyborgia is wildly imaginative and the poems don’t take themselves too seriously. Even when these women are being constructed or destroyed, the book isn’t particularly angry or even political. It instead feels rather gleeful.