This Week in Indie Bookstores
Chicago’s Wicker Park has been gentrifying, but Quimby’s, a quirky indie bookstore, remains a haven for alt lit. Amazon probably doesn’t care whether customers buy anything from its physical stores. The New…
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Binge-Watching Bolaño
The latest installment in the trend of adapting the unadaptable is none other than Roberto Bolaño’s 2666, a sprawling, digressive novel to which director Robert Falls has allotted five hours…
This Week in Indie Bookstores
One Moore Books in Monrovia, Liberia, plans on publishing books aimed at children. The shop was founded by thirty-year-old Wayétu Moore, who fled Liberia as a refugee at the age…
Song of the Day: “Say I Love You”
Once upon a time, during the days of vinyl, there was a type of record that revolved forty-five times a minute, and it was the medium of choice for singles. Digging through a…
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: White Boy Boricua
The tanner you are, the darker the features, the more people ask, “What are you?” or tell you that you look “exotic,” hoping you’ll be prompted into telling them why your face looks that way.
The Rumpus Interview with Margo Jefferson
Pulitzer Prize-winning critic Margo Jefferson talks about her new memoir, Negroland, and about growing up in an elite black community in the segregated Chicago of the 1950s and 1960s.
The Poetics of Wild Hundreds
I’m always telling stories, but I sort of fuck with the idea of thinking about myself and my work in a lyrical sense. Because that’s now how I’ve traditionally thought…
The Saturday Rumpus Essay: The Sword and Her Sister
Frozen is a study in what happens when imagination is constrained to a single narrative arc
The Rumpus Interview with Lori Rader-Day
Lori Rader-Day discusses her second novel, Little Pretty Things, the “five lost years” when she didn’t write at all, and her favorite deep-dish pizza.
The Rumpus Interview with Frederic Rzewski
Composer Frederic Rzewski talks about his masterpiece The People United Will Never Be Defeated, writing and playing classical music, and performing his music in an unusual venue—a fish market.
At the Museum
I have seldom visited a museum when I didn’t return home with a feeling I had not had when I departed.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Only Thing That Matters
The lake was moody, like us. It never looked the same; it was always changing its mind.