Two roads really did diverge in a wood near the townhouse complex where I spent my ‘tween years. On one side of the road was suburbia: bland and uniform, dozens…
I always tell people I met Elana Mann by stalking her. Monkey-swinging from link to link to link one day, I encountered her website and developed a hardcore girlcrush.
Let’s say you work at the Renaissance Esmeralda in Indian Wells, just down the road from Palm Springs. You do maintenance stuff: irrigation, pool filters, plumbing.
On the first day of June, I found myself crying over my dinner while watching Atonement. It was thunderstorming outside, and the rain roared as it pounded on the pavement.…
2 p.m. Saturday. Cars, taxis, buses, and dollar vans swarm. Ubiquitous on Flatbush Ave., Brooklyn, dollar vans distinguish themselves from the frenzy of Brooklyn traffic with a fare-seeking catcall: Beep.…
Helen DeWitt’s satirical novel Lightning Rods turns the quotidian American workplace into a cloaked prostitution ring and makes us wonder if it isn’t already one.
We are ECSTATIC to announce that author Cheryl Strayed is Sugar! Her forthcoming memoir, Wild, is our March Rumpus Book Club selection! (Click here to join.) But that’s not all:…