Why I Chose T. R. Hummer’s Ephemeron for the Rumpus Poetry Book Club
Rumpus Poetry Club Board Member Brian Spears on why he chose T. R. Hummer’s Ephemeron as the November selection of The Rumpus Poetry Book Club:
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Ted Wilson Reviews the World #110
THE COMPUTER AT THE JAMAICA PLAIN LIBRARY ★★★★★ (3 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing the computer…
Did You Hear about Bradley?
Hal Niedzviecki’s new collection, Look Down, This is Where it Must Have Happened, asks us what is essential to narrative.
WHERE I WRITE #18: Where I Draw
Artist Jason Novak puts his own spin on our “Where I Write” series. Enjoy:
The Lobby: An Interview with Andrew, Part II
Andrew came to visit me at the lobby on a Tuesday, one of his nights off. It was a slow evening at the motel. By the time he arrived, all…
Man, Wall, Sea
Working with his father, Joshua Edwards has also created an intriguingly masculine book. The collection presents father and son’s perspectives on an American landscape molded and scarred by men.
Albums of Our Lives: Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ Show Your Bones
1. Love Letter I experienced my first categorically bisexual three-way—a completely unexpected yet unforgettable coming-of-age story—when I was 15.
The Rumpus Interview with Samhita Mukhopadhyay
Samhita Mukhopadhyay discusses finding her voice through blogging, writing like an orphan, and love as social change
The Spirit of Violent Lamentation
My Twitter feed blew up last night when the news came down that Joe Paterno had been fired by Penn State University for his role in the Jerry Sandusky sexual…
From Helplessness to Competence
Lily Tuck’s engaging new novel I Married You For Happiness explores a 40-year-plus marriage from the vantage of one night.
The Rumpus Interview with John Wesley Harding
Well as a singer-songwriter you kind of have a right to hijack bands. I’ve never really had my own band for too long.
The Rumpus Review of The Skin I Live In
Here’s a game: try to imagine what great directors would do if they had been forbidden by some cosmic entity from making films.