Issue 143 | The Sun Magazine

October 1987

Readers Write

Lost Opportunities

Time with family, an interview with Todd Rundgren, a suicide attempt

By Our Readers


To stand on one leg and prove God’s existence is a very different thing from going down on one’s knees and thanking him.

Søren Kierkegaard

The Sun Interview

On The Virtues Of Distrust

An Interview With Andrei Codrescu

I wouldn’t call it [my world view] cynical, I would go beyond that. I would call it a total distrust of all the cherished notions we have of progress and history — and that’s a Balkan characteristic. We can’t believe that things are going to get better, because we know from our history that they never do.

By Ralph Earle
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories


When they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I answered: “An explorer!” It was quite the thing for a boy of ten, but imagine being stuck with it. Fashions change but one thing does not: all adults want little boys to be something else besides little boys.

By Andrei Codrescu
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Writing Down The Bones

Freeing The Writer Within

Writing is not psychology. We do not talk “about” feelings. Instead the writer feels and through her words awakens those feelings in the reader. The writer takes the reader’s hand and guides him through the valley of sorrow and joy without ever having to mention those words.

By Natalie Goldberg
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories


Memory is housed safely in its skull studio, where it can play, replay, edit, splice, erase, make louder or softer anything not in this room. Memory is here to paint the room when I least notice it happening.

By Roger Steinmetz

Aliens In The Garden

In the fields you worked in the open sun, sweating like a mule, crawling down the rows on your knees, your back bent and your spine cracking, breathing dust and insecticide fumes.

By James Carlos Blake

The Wizard

I knew old Wiggins years before he scandalized the area newspapers, because he was part of my childhood, like the pine tree with the tire swing and the forbidden, ancient barn I explored in secret.

By Susan M. Watkins