From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Even the Moon
When you finished, several minutes passed before we spoke. You dipped a finger in a pool of candle wax. How could I know this was the only real secret you’d ever kept?
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The Blacker the Berry, the Quicker They Shoot
Fear is real. Pain is real. Loss is real. Suffering is real.
Living with Our Ghosts: A Conversation with Maisy Card
Maisy Card discusses her debut novel, THESE GHOSTS ARE FAMILY.
Portrait, Not Polemic: Laura & Emma by Kate Greathead
[S]quint at the story one way and you see a woman’s life hollowed out by the very privilege that allows her to coast; look at it from another angle and you see a regular person living a multi-faceted, flawed life.
On the Front Lines
When you pick up a pen instead of a rifle, you’re fighting an entirely different battle. This is my duty. This is my patriotism.
The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Amy Benson
Our American obsession with the personal and individual has made us the tremendous resource consumers we are in the world.
The Rumpus Interview with Joe Okonkwo
Joe Okonkwo discusses his debut novel Jazz Moon, the quest for self-discovery, creative inspiration, and what it means to build a family when home is so very far away.
This Week in Indie Bookstores
Revolution Books in the Harlem neighborhood of Manhattan is literally advocating for real revolution. Broadway Books in Portland, Oregon spent Inauguration Day handing out Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s We Should All…
The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Everything We Ever Needed
I tried to forget again that I once meant to leave, that on a few occasions I had actually felt transported by love.
Luke Cage: When Representation Isn’t Enough
This show’s true strength is its diverse portrayal of African-American subjectivity and morality, amongst both the male and female characters.
This Week in Indie Bookstores
Revolution Books in New York City’s Harlem neighborhood is exploiting Trump’s election to raise money for a fight against fascism. People in Japan value neighborhood bookstores so much that local…
On Suffering and Sympathy
What is the distance between sympathy and action? How do we travel from one to the other?