Body of Nonsense
It is winter, and I’ve been thinking a lot about Samuel Beckett.
...moreIt is winter, and I’ve been thinking a lot about Samuel Beckett.
...moreNeed had carved out specific contours in my personality, and then it returned like a curse to fit in those spaces.
...moreThree summers ago, I did nothing but drive around Middlebury, Vermont, blasting Lana Del Rey and chain-smoking cigarettes. It was—and I will be dramatic, because that is how it felt—an act of survival. That summer I was in an academic program where we were only allowed to speak or be spoken to in French. But […]
...moreWriters gonna smoke (smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke). Find a Swedish latte papa to father your kids, says science. Fiction loves it some talking trees.
...moreFor Mother, two worlds—earth we inhabit together, then the hot, heavenly body of euphoria and speed. Often, Mother exists in the tear between these worlds, belonging nowhere, to no one.
...moreAaron Gilbreath’s essay on smoking was recently translated into Russian by InsoSmI.ru, an organization in Russia that translates news, blogs, and essays from English into Russian. We think it’s pretty awesome that thanks to InsoSml.ru, our friends in Russia can now enjoy a slice of The Rumpus, too.
...moreSmoking again sounds like a good idea. I quit one November – twelve dry months following five years of intense puffing. The break was insightful, curative even, which was why I thought it might be time to resume the habit.
...moreHappy sexin’ day, everyone! This isn’t my favorite holiday, so I’m gonna let the Book Bench do all the talkin’ about it with these Dear John letters and some blogging on emails and romance. Carolyn Kellogg at Jacket Copy points us in the direction of another person calling some sort of fiction dead. The next person who […]
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