Modern literature is full of white Americans trying to find themselves, but holy crap does
this essay by Laura Goode
win the blue ribbon for what I can only describe as military-grade solipsism. Did The Rumpus switch places with Thought Catalog or something? Jesus Christ on toast.
No offense to Laura, who is probably a nice person with some good writing out there somewhere, but statements like "what I mean to say is I am writing an elegy for my twenties" only communicate the idea that no one s...
Published on January 19, 2013 11:13