The Books They Gave Me: Gilman.
I have a favorite book - Caravan by Dorothy Gilman. I have several copies but one of these is special. It was given to me by my mom and read at the exact perfect time (and then read again and again and again). This one particular copy of Caravan comes with me when I travel - a symbol of…
What Was the Last Book You Loved? We Want Your Essays!
We’re excited to announce a Tumblr Storyboard + The Rumpus partnership to highlight Tumblr writers and the books they love — an extension of The Rumpus’s ongoing “Last Book I Loved” series. Here’s how it works: Got a book you can’t stop thinking about? Send us a writeup – a little bit book review and a lot about why you loved it – along with a short bio. Beginning next month, we’ll publish our favorites every Friday, both on Storyboard and TheRumpus.net. Visit our SUBMIT PAGE for more information — and get reading!
(Card catalogue scan from the Palatina Library at the Biblioteca Nazionale in Florence.)
The Books They Gave Me: Whitman.
Our processes were different. He was jazz, I was classical. It was obvious even in those first few hours of working together. Unquestionably smart, soundly trained, he was just one of those irrepressible, gentle spirits whose work was compromised because he couldn’t help being intoxicated…
Read It Maybe - (Call Me Maybe Parody) - Open Books
This is hilarious! We just found it :)
My short story collection, Beneath the Liquid Skin, will be published by firthFORTH Books (an imprint of Queen’s Ferry Press) at the end of the year.
I’m very honored and happy to be working with firthFORTH Books.
(Image: Transparence by Isabelle Pariente-Butterlin.)
The Books They Gave Me: All of you.
Win a copy of the book now!
In celebration of the release of The Books They Gave Me (Free Press, Nov. 6), and of the impending arrival of our 10,000th tumblr followr, we will be giving away five advance reader’s copies of the book, plus one for the lucky 10,000th follower! Reblog this post…
Jeffrey Hecker, Ofelia Hunt, Janey Smith and Marcus Speh stories. Donate to get the pdf.
Thoughts on "Fuck Yeah"
In further response to the title of this blog, I just received this thoughtful submission from writingandnotwriting all about the word ‘fuck’:
It is odd the ways in which we become deeply unsettled or even offended by a single word like “Fuck.” It is a word for something we all do. And…
This brain dead Twitter contribution reveals that the day moves slowly with little to do or to think about. Wintry temperatures paralyse. Time to read some Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Schopenhauer: WILL stuff. Horoscope come to the rescue. Guardian angels fly in for a cup of hot hope or gory gossip. -ms
