I’m super excited to share the first installment of The Last Book I Loved, a Tumblr partnership with The Rumpus to discover — to borrow the words of our lovely Rumblrs — YOU: the fabulous, literate, funny, and smart members of Tumblr. This week we selected an essay from Tumblr user Stephanie Wong — and it is a knockout. She talks about women and failure and being invisible and the power of that invisibility. Read it, either over at Storyboard, at The Rumpus, or on  The Rumblr. Oh and submit your essays! storyboard: The Last Book I Loved: I Love Dick The front cover of the last book I loved bears neither gold seals nor laurels to rest on. If you’re looking for flashy art direction, keep moving. Here, there’s just a shadowy still life photo (inventory: one open notebook, one glass ashtray, one bowl, two pens, many loose leaves of paper) set against a plain white background. And yet, if ever there was a book that should be judged by its cover, it’s this one. Open it and you’ll learn that the cover photo is not stock but Treilles, 1996 by French theorist Jean Baudrillard. That’s your first clue. I Love Dick doesn’t look like any other book on the shelf, and it doesn’t read like any other book I’ve read either.  Read More

I’m super excited to share the first installment of The Last Book I Loved, a Tumblr partnership with The Rumpus to discover — to borrow the words of our lovely Rumblrs — YOU: the fabulous, literate, funny, and smart members of Tumblr. This week we selected an essay from Tumblr user Stephanie Wong — and it is a knockout. She talks about women and failure and being invisible and the power of that invisibility. Read it, either over at Storyboard, at The Rumpus, or on  The Rumblr. Oh and submit your essays!

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The Last Book I Loved: I Love Dick

The front cover of the last book I loved bears neither gold seals nor laurels to rest on. If you’re looking for flashy art direction, keep moving. Here, there’s just a shadowy still life photo (inventory: one open notebook, one glass ashtray, one bowl, two pens, many loose leaves of paper) set against a plain white background. And yet, if ever there was a book that should be judged by its cover, it’s this one. Open it and you’ll learn that the cover photo is not stock but Treilles, 1996 by French theorist Jean Baudrillard. That’s your first clue. I Love Dick doesn’t look like any other book on the shelf, and it doesn’t read like any other book I’ve read either.  Read More