The Rumpus Interview with Jessa Crispin
Jessa Crispin talks about The Dead Ladies Project and The Creative Tarot, founding Bookslut, why she has an antagonistic relationship with the publishing industry, and her estrangement from modern feminism.
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Rich Enough That I Don’t Have to Tell ‘Em That I’m Rich
Since its publication twenty years ago, Frances Mayes’s memoir Under the Tuscan Sun has transformed its namesake Italian setting into a sort of synonym for a wealthy lifestyle. Travel writer Jason…
Anna March’s Reading Mixtape #21: John Irving
And that is how I feel about John Irving novels. That they gave me everything.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Swans and Other Lies
As she presses against Patterson, she feels her feet softening, losing gravity. He’s embracing her, willing her to disappear, swallowing her.
Have Fish, Will Travel
Italian novelist, essayist, and scholar Umberto Ecco passed away last Friday. The Paris Review has republished an essay by Ecco that originally appeared in its pages back in 1994. “Traveling with a…
Guildtalk #4: The Rumpus Interview with Saeed Jones
Saeed Jones talks about his forthcoming memoir How Men Fight For Their Lives, his new fellowship program at BuzzFeed, and making peace with the phantom.
Air Travel Is So Passé
At the New Yorker, Nathan Heller asks whether or not air travel has become obsolete in a world connected by the Internet and social media (and decides that no, it really…
One Hundred Thousand Miles
No one cares, of course, if you’re still capable at forty-four of being bad, or if you think you’ve got to be bad sometimes just to know you’re alive.
Glass Cases
What more do we remember of a story, of a life, really, than a gesture, a face, an expression frozen on the page?
The Small Face of Equity
I was twenty-four and I knew everything. I knew about justice; I knew about respect. I knew everyone in the world had it in them.
The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Kevin Oderman
Traveling abroad, of course, the world insists, asks, Where are you from?
Proof of Passage
The scrutiny left me angry and exposed. We know; we are not whole. The unraveling was so slow; we were each undone, stitch by stitch.