Kathleen Alcott
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The Daily Beast Loves The Rumpus Book Club
And we love you back. While I’m at it, a little update news. Our current book is Kathleen Alcott’s The Dangers of Proximal Alphabets—Bookslut covered it here and said “It’s never simple, but if complicated is what produces a novel…
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A Rumpus Book Club Update
Rumpus Book Club members this month have been devouring Emma Straub’s Laura Lamont’s Life in Pictures, and we’ll be chatting with Straub about her book this Wednesday night. Poetry Book Club members have been all over Mary Jo Bang’s new…
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The Dangers of Proximal Alphabets
Congrats to Rumpus contributor Kathleen Alcott! Her novel will be released by Other Press in September 2012 and can be pre-ordered here. “The Dangers of Proximal Alphabets centers around Ida and her neighbors, somnambulist brothers James and Jackson, and the unconventional…
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Where I Write #8: The Strange Nooks of Our Bodies
Behind me there’s a bed that hasn’t seen anyone but myself since I purchased it four months ago when I moved across the country, and I make it every morning.
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The Last Book I Loved: Another Country
The beauty in Another Country is that it permits a reader to at once lament and celebrate the ways in which we use each other to further our own ideas of self.
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The Rumpus Books Sunday Supplement
This week, Rumpus books reviewed Terry Castle’s book of essays, interviewed Elaine Showalter, wrote about Nabokov, and talked about grief and Hamlet. Come see what you missed.
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FUNNY WOMEN #13: Ask Jeeves
Hi, Kathleen. Thanks for writing. Perhaps I’ll answer your question with a question of my own: Where the hell have you been?
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The Last Book I Loved: Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
The books I love are those tangled and overflowing: their magic is the product of the trust the author puts in his talent.
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FUNNY WOMEN #7: In Retrospect, Dating That Speed Freak Wasn’t All That Bad, Comparatively
God, he was smart! He had a mind like a hummingbird, he had read every book there was to read, his tongue was sharp, he was funnier than anyone else at the party.
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The Last Book I Loved: The Romantic Dogs
I always blanch when someone tells me—and always so assuredly, it seems—“ I just don’t really like poetry.” It’s more people, more otherwise avid readers than I would like to think.
