Texas
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Seasonal Work
[T]he thing about Gary was that he could believe what he needed to believed when he needed to believe it. So, technically, he never lied.
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Claiming Space: A Conversation with Elizabeth Crane
Elizabeth Crane discusses her latest collection, Turf, how where she has lived has shaped her work, and why she loves writing in first-person plural.
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Chewing Rocks: A Conversation with David Biespiel
David Biespiel discusses his new book, The Education of a Young Poet, being comfortable in uncertainty, and extending moments in writing.
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This Week in Indie Bookstores
A weekly roundup of indie bookstore news from across the country and around the world!
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This Week in Indie Bookstores
A weekly roundup of indie bookstore news from across the country and around the world!
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Lord Willing, and the Creek Don’t Rise
I scrolled through photos of my neighborhood—live oak trees half-buried in churning brown water, white caps licking street signs, the coffee shop, the running trails, all submerged.
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Spaces of Exception vs. Spaces of Redemption: The Films of Ana Lily Amirpour
Diasporic communities live inside a host nation, but they also live with difference.
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This Week in Indie Bookstores
Texas bookstores hold their own Independent Bookstore Day. Dissident Hong Kong bookstore owner threatened by the Chinese government is attempting to open a bookstore in Taiwan.
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This Week in Indie Bookstores
Kaitlyn Tiffany tried to buy a Father’s Day gift at Amazon’s new real world store. A rare bookstore in London, known as a favorite of Queen Elizabeth, has found a new home in a stunning townhouse. Despite a huge number…
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Finding Shelter
A hurricane is coming. Rita is in the Gulf of Mexico and is approaching Houston at a slow but steady pace of nine miles an hour. I don’t have many, or any, illusions that God and Jesus will see us…
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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.