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Danniel Schoonebeek discusses with photographer Marshall Scheuttle the reason for his move to Las Vegas, the contrast of his portraits with his landscapes, and the emotional space that he arrives…
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Gambling on an MFA
There is a certain writerly allure to casino gambling that I find difficult to resist — or perhaps I should call it a not writing allure. Having a crowd chant…
Subjective Objectivism
For the Atlantic, John Paul Rollert attends an Objectivist conference in Las Vegas to explore the legacy of Ayn Rand’s work. While for many Objectivists the philosophy “begins, and ends, with the…
The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Tod Goldberg
"We like the idea of a guy who gets away with it...It’s a very American ideal—the freedom to break the law."
Ice, Ice Baby: A Cool Conversation with Bobby J. Robby, Stripper by Day, Drag King by Night
Bobby J. Robby talks about labor issues, gender identity, and the perils of dating other dancers.
The Rumpus Interview with Chris Abani
Chris Abani sits down to talk about the dangers and seduction of fiction, literature as transformation, growing up in Nigeria, and how "our every justification is a story."
What Began As a Love Letter…
Warmed and Bound, an anthology of neo-noir fiction, offers 38 dark and beautiful stories from Matt Bell, Blake Butler, and others.
Fear and Loathing Turns 40
Thompson wanted to write a book devoted to the “death of the American Dream,” but he never truly got around to it.
Faith in Withheld Meanings
What do nuclear waste, suicide, and Las Vegas have in common? John D’Agata searches for meaning in the heart of Yucca Mountain
Straight Outta Nebraska
In Jami Attenberg’s new novel, a woman flees her comfortable life and finds a mixed bag of possibilities in Sin City.
Morning Coffee
Mystery lights in the Norwegian sky. I love the universe! (update: Bad Astronomy has gotten to the bottom of it!) Photographing Las Vegas’ neon boneyard. Gerry Canavan points us to…
Now You See It…
The Art of Disappearing has been compared to The Time Traveler’s Wife, but Ivy Pochoda’s prose is lusher, her characters more melancholy, her style more mysterious.