Joshua Mohr
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The Rumpus Interview with D. Foy
D. Foy discusses his latest novel, Patricide, the evolution of “gutter opera,” his writing process, free will, and memes.
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Weekend Rumpus Roundup
First, in the Saturday Essay, Kathryn Buckley reminisces over the 1988 Bette Midler film Beaches, which portrays a friendship between two women whose friendship deepens over the years as they grow older. The similarities between Buckley and her on-screen doppleganger lead her…
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Last Chance out of Jonestown
An addict struggles to forgive himself for the violence he sowed.
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The Rumpus Interview with Joshua Mohr and Janis Cooke Newman
Authors Joshua Mohr and Janis Cooke Newman talk with one another about their new novels, All This Life and A Master Plan for Rescue, respectively.
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Long Way Home
Joshua Mohr tackles time, addiction, and invisible dogs over at Lit Hub: I’d love to tell you what happened next with the Rattler, love to tell you some adventure I went on with him. But the truth is I can’t…
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The Rumpus Weekly Review of Books
A brutal Irish girlhood, a medical procedure that can change your race, and a novel narrated by the brilliant Russian inventor of the theremin—all in this week’s Rumpus Books coverage.
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The Rumpus Interview with D. Foy
Writer D. Foy waxes poetic about Made To Break, gutter opera, Stanley Kubrick and Anthony Burgess, remembering and imagining, the nature of reality, the perfection of humans, and treeing.
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No One Hears the Wars in Your Head. Except You.
I worked the same way with alcohol and drugs, and my whiskey elves, my beasts, never disappointed. I mean, they didn’t always write the prettiest prose — cocaine isn’t known to instill poetry — but they usually unearthed interesting images…
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Weekend Rumpus Roundup
If your fingers aren’t too frozen to click, here’s the weekend Rumpus roundup. First, our film editor Anisse Gross reviewed Hilton Als’s new book White Girls: Each time I took it out of my bag, people glanced at me wide-eyed, as…
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Valentine’s Day
It was only one meal after all and what could go wrong? The answer was simple. Me.

