The Rumpus Interview with Peter Squires
Peter Squires describes playing in bands as his “favorite social activity,” and by that standard he is a very social fellow.
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The Rumpus Interview with John Brandon
My favorite thing about John Brandon’s writing are his sentences. They take weird left turns and are compelling for reasons you can’t quite name.
After a Fashion
Like a lot of men these days, the line between what I wear to go to work, to work out, and to sleep has gotten dangerously thin.
Dispatch from the Carnival #1: The Trick is There is No Trick
We start by lighting parts of ourselves on fire that are easier to put out than our faces. Hands, to begin.
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #191
THE NRA ★★★★★ (2 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing the NRA.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: A Painting a Week
"I’d wanted to be a writer for so long the dream was part of me, like an organ, an extra heart...Only one thing was missing. I wasn’t writing."
Shatter My Heart
On July 20th, 2003, a tour van rolled on I-5 south of Portland, OR, killing three of my friends. They were members of power-pop band The Exploding Hearts, and I’m…
The Rumpus Interview with Dessa
There are some important strands of humanity that I think do unite us, and I think stories are a powerful way of showcasing those universals or those commonalities.
Surviving a For-Profit School
There were warning signs. Red flags. The school was located in a series of strip malls along a highway in a shitty part of town, but close enough to a nice part to appear, on paper, like a good place to go.
The Rumpus Interview with Pam Houston
Pam Houston discusses the art of travel, breaking down the barriers between fiction and memoir, biking across Canada, and continuing to write on the road—even after being bitten by a possibly-rabid dog while camping in the Gobi Desert.
Deep Throat #6: On Being and Unbeing a Singer
The gulf between the place where I sang Mozart and Debussy with people my parents’ age and the place where I went to public school and tried to make friends with kids my own was vast.