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An Open Letter to My Brother, A Trump Supporter
Dear John, I, like so many other Americans, spent the past weeks worrying, crying, and searching for the people around me that I loved so they could be beacons when I felt most battered. I did not seek you out,…
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The Rumpus Interview with Esmé Weijun Wang
Esmé Weijun Wang discusses her first novel, The Border of Paradise, about a multi-generational new American family, creative expression through writing and photography, and interracial relationships.
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Jade Chang
Jade Chang discusses her new novel The Wangs vs. the World, citizen journalism, and how to write an immigrant story that’s not all about pain.
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The Rumpus Interview with Leland Cheuk
Leland Cheuk discusses his novel The Misadventures of Sulliver Pong, dark humor, cancer, morally corrupt characters, and his mother.
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Love and Gymnastics
I didn’t want to be a ballerina. It didn’t even sound right. I wanted to be a gymnast. The word alone made me feel proud and stand a little straighter.
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Florence Foster Jenkins, Meryl Streep, and White Feminism
Streep’s career encapsulates the mid-to-late 20th century ideal of American whiteness as aspirational and as attainable.
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Michael Derrick Hudson, Before You Steal My Chinese Name
Know that you are trying to steal from a naming ritual and culture that goes back five thousand years.
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Crouching Tiger, Hidden Hamlet
Shakespeare is invading China. The first complete Chinese translation of the works of Shakespeare wasn’t released until 1967, but Britain’s number one dramatist is now starting to catch the attention of Chinese audiences, reports Melville House’s Moby Lives, saying Shakespeare…
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Hearing Mandarin, Speaking English
In middle school, “Yo Mama” jokes infuriated me. My mother was so Chinese she couldn’t eat a hamburger without pinching her nose. She was so Chinese she wore bamboo slippers. In a stunning essay for the Michigan Daily, Carlina Duan writes…
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“Start Your Year with Something Sweet”
The lunar new year has come and gone, but Charlene Cheung’s essay about what Chinese New Year celebrations meant to her growing up is still ripe for reading. It’s a lovingly rendered flashback to when Cheung was still eager to…

