Nancy Rommelmann's work appears in the LA Weekly, the Los Angeles Times, the New York Times Magazine, the Wall Street Journal, Reason, and other publications.
TO THE BRIDGE, A True Story of Motherhood and Murder (Little A, July 2018)
“In TO THE BRIDGE, Nancy Rommelmann takes what many consider the most unforgivable of crimes—a mother set on murdering her own children—and delivers something thoughtful and provocative: a deeply reported, sensitively told, all-too-relevant tragedy of addiction and codependency, toxic masculinity, and capricious justice. You won’t be able to look away—nor should any of us.” - Robert Kolker, author of LOST GIRLS
“How do you understand the not understandable and forgive the unforgivable? So asks one of the characters in this clear-eyed investigation into something we all turn away from. TO THE BRIDGE is tour-de-force of both journalism and compassion, in the lineage of such masterpieces In Cold Blood and The Executioner’s Song. Word by word, sentence by sentence, Rommelmann’s writing is that good. And so is her heart.” - Nick Flynn, author of ANOTHER BULLSHIT NIGHT IN SUCK CITY
"Unrelenting... A painstaking and meticulous exploration of all the facts and conjectures surrounding a disturbing case." - Kirkus Reviews
"Rommelmann employs compassion and emotional honesty in her investigation to try to comprehend the motivations behind the crime and its aftermath." - Publishers Weekly
"What emerges from [TO THE BRIDGE's] chorus of voices and perspectives, among them Rommelmann’s own as both mother and writer, is a story of addiction, abuse, neglect, alcoholism, deceit, and systemic failure. It’s an emotionally honest, meticulous examination of a confluence of circumstances that culminated in a deadly act, and the complicity of our own city and culture in its aftermath." - Portland Monthly
[TO THE BRIDGE] is a remarkable work: not a whodunit but an inquiry into why. Rommelmann doesn't find an easy solution, but neither does she settle for platitudes about the unknowability of the human heart. - Willamette Week
Few things I enjoy more than spending time with the brilliant/badass people from Reason, and super-stoked to have had the chance to podcast with Katherine Mangu-Ward, editor-in-chief of Reason Magazine, about “To the Bridge," the state of journalism, and why “the tit pic is not the problem.”
Listen to the whole thing here
This Wednesday 7/25. And it's at a bar so, #twobirdsonestone
"Friends of Amanda, including college classmate Tiffany Gray, were forced in the aftermath to reconcile the vivacious young mother they had known with the woman who committed an act so monstrous as to be nearly inconceivable…”
"An emotionally honest, meticulous examination of a confluence of circumstances that culminated in a deadly act, and the complicity of our own city and culture in its aftermath."
I am privileged to be in-conversation on May 17 with Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich, author of The Fact of a Body, a Murder and a Memoir. We will be at Powell's Books on Hawthorne at 7:30pm, details here.
"After work, I go to a Ukrainian bar in the East Village, where the drinks are served in small water glasses by an unsmiling Ukrainian bartender who looks as though he might enjoy smashing in the faces of his new scrawny art school customers." (From, “The Audience and the Camera.”)
“How do you understand the not understandable and forgive the unforgivable?”
Kelsey and Remy Bennett (known in our house as "the Power Sisters") have produced an astonishing series of short documentaries, UNDER HER SKIN. Premiering today on i-D, a 15-minute film about my daughter Tafv Sampson," a personal portrait of creativity and America's cultural landscape."
"I loved Tim deeply when we were a couple, but our day-to-day lives had been a wreck."
Over on Playboy.com, one of my favorite humans, Remy Bennett, talks "Serial" and "Making a Murderer" and the ethics surrounding our current obsession with true crime as entertainment. She also gives "Destination Gacy" a little love.
“I think of it every day; I never go over that bridge without thinking about it,” says Pati Gallagher. Her residence is as close as any in Portland to the Sellwood Bridge, her patio a three good strides from the river, and where she was sitting when she heard the children hit the water...
Dear Michael –
I write to you this morning via someone you knew when you were a very little boy...
On the night she died, my mom drove to a motel to buy cocaine with two men.”
This is the first sentence of Leah Carroll’s memoir, “Down City.” The paragraph ends with one of the men telling her mother, whom he is choking with a towel, “Come on you rat. Give me the death rattle...”