Queer Revisioning and Incomprehensibility: Sabrina Imbler’s How Far the Light Reaches
Imbler never fails to demonstrate that a different way of life is possible.
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Posts Tagged: ocean
From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Footnotes on a love story
Before they were married, they met in a photograph.
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Joe at the Aquarium
I pushed him so he glided through the fish, the eels, the boxed-in worlds of blues.
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This Is Not a Metaphor
On the far side of silence, I suspect, is joy.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: On the Sea
The beach was shrinking. That was how we thought of it at first.
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A Fantastic Communion: Renaissance Normcore by Adèle Barclay
Salt—the speaker’s only remains, after she dives into the ocean and sets herself free of the past.
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Man vs Man vs Nature: Beyond the Sea by Paul Lynch
So begins an odyssey of survival. Will they make it?
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Seaweed Soup (Miyuk Gook
미역국)
This is my mother’s soup. This is what I aim for.
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What Lurks Below: A Conversation with Chloe Aridjis
Chloe Aridjis discusses her forthcoming novel, SEA MONSTERS.
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Hidden Just Beyond View: Jenny George’s The Dream of Reason
George interrupts us, clears her throat, makes us listen.
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Blending Out: Oceanic by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
Despite its title, Oceanic is much more than a love letter to the ocean.
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Melissa Broder
Melissa Broder discusses her debut novel, The Pisces (Hogarth, May 2018), the importance of love between women, and mermaid sex.
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Seeking Terra Firma
To truly know a land is to become it—to embody its storms in your bones, taste its dark soil beneath your nails, know the tangled history of the people who walked before you.
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What Is Being Charted Here?: Talking with Jennifer S. Cheng
Poet and essayist Jennifer S. Cheng discusses her collection House A, working “in the dark,” and the idea of home.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: An Audience with the Husband
To ask for a truly great love is to ask for death at the same time.
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The Rumpus Interview with Jane Alison
Jane Alison discusses her autobiographical novel, Nine Island, the value of truth in fiction, and unsubscribing from romantic love.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Self-Portrait with Parts Missing and/or Smeared
A first day means there was a never-day.
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Past the Break
Past the break lies motherhood as I understand it: the rawest life that lifts and falls and crashes against beauty, and the eternal potential for heartbreak.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Nix
My sister used to accuse me of intellectualizing mental illness when I spoke of our brother’s brain, his schizophrenia, in scientific terms… I never knew how to explain what I felt—that science could be a way of loving something more deeply.
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Wild, Salty Body of Water
Sometimes, thick clouds roll in like doubts, and the god-like giants are obscured to the point where I almost swear they never existed. Other days, there’s no questioning their presence.
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Woman of the Earth
I left my family’s home in the US afterward because I didn’t know how to stay in the same place where everything had changed.
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Are We All Our Own Vanishing
We will never be an exclamation point, an ellipses, a question mark. We must all leave with this: a period—solid, and utterly irrefutable.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Out on the Coast
When he was five, six, seven, and eight, Max spent most of the summer thinking about the whale, sitting in his room with the shades drawn remembering the first visit and looking forward to the second, just before the new school year.
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Out of the Swollen Sea
I think of a story I might write: about a daughter who loses her father to the sea. She grows progressively more melancholy; her dreams haunted by man-o-war, stingray, and poisonous rockfish.
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Inner Resources
To stop yourself from killing yourself, you stir things up a bit. Change your basic weather patterns. Find the ocean inside of you.
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On the Rocks
There was a lightness to the way the waves batted me around on the stones, the lightness of a cat playing with a mouse it was about to kill.
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