The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #125: Tyree Daye
"I think if you are really doing the work, you can’t write about America and not explore race and slavery, and that goes for any writer."
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I Dated Bad Men Till a Bad Man Became President
Their dishonesty and danger was easier to look past then. The world had not yet shifted. But then it did, and I woke up.
The Miracle Bowl
Praise the family that tethers me. Praise the well-used kitchen utensils and scoured mixing bowls and butter knives, thick slabs of jelly on the bread.
This Week in Indie Bookstores
Indie bookstore news from across the country and around the world!
The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #23: The Love Song for Argyle C. Klopnik
File this one under “they can’t Trump everything; life goes on.” Last week, I got caught up in reflections on poverty in America: mine, yours, and ours. This week, I decided…
War Narratives #8: Flashes of War by Katey Schultz
Schultz enables readers to see past their own perspectives and empathize with both the Afghan child and the American war widow.
The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #12: What Is Safety?
Oh better far to live and die Under the brave black flag I fly Then play a sanctimonious part With a pirate head and a pirate heart!! –The Pirates of…
Touring Trump’s America on Colson Whitehead’s Underground Railroad
Colson Whitehead’s The Underground Railroad won the National Book Award on Wednesday night. In his acceptance speech he told us, “We’re happy in here; outside is the blasted hellhole wasteland…
The Rumpus Interview with Rich Ferguson
Rich Ferguson discusses his debut novel New Jersey Me, moving to the Garden State from the South as a kid, and how music has influenced his writing.
This Week In Indie Boosktores
A century-old Greek bookstore has closed due to the debt crisis. Colleges are giving up on campus bookstores, sending students to Amazon instead. You too could start your own bookstore.
Wanted/Needed/Loved: Thao Nguyen’s Release
The thing I want to talk about is something I’m not in possession of anymore, but of all the things I’ve lost it’s the thing I think about the most.