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Diana Athill, the Other Woman
The role that seems to me most comfortable is not that of Wife, but that of the Other Woman. And in that role I am good, because I have never for a moment expected or wanted to wreck anyone’s marriage.…
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Divina
Look at the star, your star, in my hands. It bears your name. I was told it does not have much longer to live. I hope you do not mind my untrimmed nails.
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Lydia Davis Not a Love Junkie
Over at Electric Literature, John Freeman shares his experiences working as an editor with Lydia Davis and investigates what makes Davis “such a tremendous writer on love”: Her stories tighten and tighten around the narrator’s assumptions and build a kind of…
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Remembering Molly
Ten years later I still wondered about those aviator glasses and whether The Breakfast Club could restore us.
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The Rumpus Interview with Kate Bolick
Kate Bolick talks about her new book, Spinster: Making a Life of One’s Own, writing and the nuclear family, and whether women are finally people yet.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Wanting To Dance
It just felt so comfortable to slide back into singing, “She Loves You,” and know for that moment, everything was the same.
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Sexy, Sexy Ethan Hawke
In my adolescence, the only realness that held my interest was the realness leading to the first kiss — the chemistry, the overwrought conversations that seemed to ensure mutual understanding. I had not yet committed myself to anyone—I didn’t care…
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Redheads
I’ve been a sucker for redheads since the day in second grade when chubby Johnny with the glasses kissed me on the playground and told me I was his girlfriend.
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The Rumpus Interview with Megan Kruse
Author Megan Kruse talks about her debut novel, Call Me Home, queer characters in rural places, sibling relationships, and how the music of Lucinda Williams inspires 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.

