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Rumpus Exclusive: An Excerpt from Jessie Chaffee’s Florence in Ecstasy
He is a bird, he and that silver scull, a bird. Would I ever have that grace?
This Week in Indie Bookstores
Seattle readers apparently like to drink while browsing for books. 13 million Italians live in municipalities without a bookstore. The LA Times attempts to figure out what Amazon’s first store in…
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…
The Rumpus Interview with Jonathon Keats
Experimental philosopher Jonathon Keats discusses Buckminster Fuller, three-wheeled cars, domed cities, climate change, and cameras with a 100-year exposure time.
Leaving Aleppo: Crossing Syria’s Most Dangerous Checkpoints
After four years of ceaseless bombing and brutality, the security of life itself has been reduced in Aleppo to horror, terror, and scarcity of basic human resources.
Lessons from The Little Virtues
For the New Yorker, author Belle Boggs reflects on Italian writer Natalia Ginzburg’s collection of essays, The Little Virtues, and how the book influenced her own parenting philosophy. Boggs writes:…
The Mortgage Arrangement
It’s true that real estate can’t save a marriage. But it might be equally true that it can save a relationship.
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with David Rivard
David Rivard discusses his new collection Standoff, writing as both a public and private act, the interiority of reading, and Pokémon GO.
Voices Speaking Rather Than Words Written
Simply put, there is no theory without struggle. Struggle is the condition of possibility for theory. And struggle is produced by workers themselves. At The New Republic, Rachel Kushner introduces the…
Discovering Septimania
I set off for Rome with my fiddle and a backpack, planning to busk as long as the tourists could stand it.