murder
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R.I.P.: Who Died in This House?
Death stigmatizes a property. I also believe that it stigmatizes a person.
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Lady Killers and Our Obsession with Murder: Talking with Tori Telfer
Tori Telfer discusses her first book Lady Killers and the fragile “social saran wrap” that keeps us all from killing each other.
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The Logic of the Book: Talking with Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich
Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich discusses The Fact of a Body: A Murder and a Memoir, the importance of narrative structure, and the difference between facts and stories.
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Run for Her Life
Maybe you didn’t remember to get out of his way while pretending to be brave. It’s hard to be brave when you think a man is about to kill you.
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How The Keepers Reframes Confession as a Feminist Act
Critics have noted how The Keepers is similar to other prestige documentaries but with a significant difference—its focus on the victims and their stories.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: We Aren’t Killers; They Are
One story mirrors our identity—any of us could be falsely accused! The other tale is about the Other—because it’s unfathomable that one of us would commit murder. We aren’t killers; they are.
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Conversations with Literary Ex-Cons: Billy Sinclair
Former death-row inmate, legendary jailhouse lawyer, and co-editor for the award-winning The Angolite newspaper Billy Sinclair looks back on his prison experience and discusses what his priorities are now.
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Jon Raymond
The Rumpus Book Club chats with Jon Raymond about his new novel Freebird, intergenerational trauma, and the unshakeable love of family.
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Sand Becoming Glass
You can call a soldier a hero or a murderer. You can call them a warrior or a monster. You can call them savior or Satan. You could call them Brother. Maybe even mother.
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Iben Mondrup and Kerri Pierce
Iben Mondrup and Kerri Pierce discuss the translation of Justine, Mondrup’s 2012 Danish novel about a young artist in Denmark.
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The Murder That Shaped Our Family
When I ask her about her childhood, she draws a blank. There is only blackness to her past, her entire early life erased by the trauma of that night.
