The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Across the Divide
The proof of their friendship came through years of devotion.
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Walking Through Violence
Walking straight into violence was nothing new to me. I’d learned how to walk deliberately and unflinchingly into violence from my father, like so many other children do in this…
Short, Sweet, and Simple
Roxane Gay recounts a few pithy and poignant lessons she learned from Ina Garten for The Butter.
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Rigoberto González
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Rigoberto González about his new book Our Lady of the Crossword, cover image censorship, and the BP oil disaster.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: An Enemy to No Man but Himself
Jennifer Steil reflects on the death and life of her ex and comes to an unexpected understanding of addiction and the limits of responsibility.
The Rumpus Interview with Jay Rubin
Author and translator Jay Rubin talks about his new novel, The Sun Gods, translating Haruki Murakami into English, and the internment of Japanese citizens during World War II.
Orwell’s First Love
Brain Pickings dives into the young love lives of George Orwell, then known as Eric Blair, and Jacintha Buddicom. Jacintha was famously the model for Julia in Nineteen Eighty-Four, and the…
This Week in Short Fiction
In the wake of the Charleston church shooting last week and with Boston Marathon bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev back in the news, the world seems full of nothing but hate and…
Word of the Day: Cardialgia
(n.); pain near or in the heart; suffering from or exhibiting overwhelming sorrow, grief or disappointment, particularly due to romantic love; heartburn “Deadly grief is not about stress alone, scientists…
Weekly Geekery
Space sex! The science of being twitterpated. iPads can’t fix everything. The religion of technology. Need to police the police? There’s an app for that.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: love/Woman/thirty
They did not tell us that love was not something you could throw away once finished. That it would remain on us like blackened scars, underneath blouses and in those places only we could see.