Wells Towers gives GQ yet another essay. His subject this time? The most prolific counterfeiter in American history, Frank Bourassa: Frank’s self-image may be described as not merely healthy but…
Wells Tower went on an elephant hunt, and then wrote about it for GQ: The indescribable thought sensation was not this, but some tiny part of it was sort of…
I’m midway through teaching a course at Antioch University Seattle called Unreal Fiction and Film. Every week we pair a film or selection of shorts with a short story. The…
Wells Tower went home last night with the New York Public Library’s Young Lion Fiction Award. Presumably because he’s been nominated for several awards and not won, a friend of…
In my (wow, it’s already been almost a) year here as Sunday editor at The Rumpus, I’ve never seen a week with so much incredible content. If you missed it,…
In June 1964 Hunter S. Thompson wrote a, for lack of a better word, gonzo letter to President Lyndon Johnson from the Holiday Inn in Pierre, South Dakota
I expected to feel a sense of accomplishment when I finished Wallace Stegner's "Angle of Repose," but instead I felt lost, grief-stricken. It was a mixture of sadness for the main character and a fear that I might yet ruin my own life—but mostly I wanted to be back in the middle of that book.