THE LONELY VOICE #24: ON KAWABATA, MORE SEX THAN SEX, THOUGHTS ON A PALM OF THE HAND STORY
Not long before his suicide in April 1972, Yasunari Kawabata did something that has perplexed me for years.
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OG DAD #18: When Good Babies Go Bad
My daughter got her first bill today. $25, a cancellation fee for blowing off an appointment with a Dr. Papoolian.
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #174
THE 2013 AWP CONFERENCE ★★★★★ (2 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing the 2013 AWP Conference.
SMOKE IN YOUR EYES: The Song In My Head
"When I was seventeen I was sporadicaly employed, out of school, aimless..."
The Rumpus Book Club Discussion with Emily Rapp
The Rumpus Book Club chats with Emily Rapp about The Still Point of the Turning World, the universality of grief, constructing a memoir in real time, and divinity school smack talk.
The Last City I Loved: Los Angeles (or How I Traveled the NY-LA Fault Line and Got Home)
I always had the sense that I was American but never more so than when I moved from New York to California over twenty years ago.
Saturday Rumpus Essay: Yodels
I like to push myself. How far can I go? How many slices of pizza can I eat and not die? How many Yodels until I hate myself?
The Last Book I Loved: History of the Peloponnesian War
This is not an easy book to love. As an object, it is one of those books all of an age: squat, with yellowing, pulpy pages, the kind whose corners…
The Rumpus Interview with David Shields
Essayist and lauded thinker David Shields talks about his new book, whether it’s necessary to draw sharp distinctions between literary forms, and his celebration of literature that collapses the distance between the artist’s life and work.
Between Us (and Honeybun)
I’ve been at the newspaper only a matter of days, but I’ve already noticed the guy sitting across from me participating in some peculiar phone conversations. The calls always end…
Diamonds and Rust: Nostalgia, Form, and Noise
There’s always that longing to say everything and nothing at once, that yearning for the moment I forget I am myself.
