Issue 55 | The Sun Magazine

May 1980

Readers Write


I was born, and still am, at the post-adolescent age of twenty-two, a virgin. I admit embarrassment over this fact, but it is still a fact. Very little has been done to remedy this. My substitutes, such as masturbation and women-watching, serve less and less to satisfy my passion, which no doubt it is. I hate to continue this way, but I still allow myself to be afraid of the opposite sex, or of sex in general.

By Our Readers


The satiated man and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.

Jalal al-din Rumi

Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

One Hundred Years Of Solitude — An Appreciation

At midnight a man wakes up in a freight car piled high with the corpses of men and women machine-gunned during a labor strike that morning. The train heads toward the ocean where the bodies will be dumped. The man, sole survivor Jose Arcadio Segundo, crawls from under the bodies piled high like bananas and leaps off the train. Lying in the grass he counts two hundred freight cars. The train has no lights.

By John Rosenthal
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

The Bright (And Cloudy) Dawn Of A New Age

Steven Forrest On The Next 2,000 Years

I have a friend who’s a magician with a shovel and a rake. He could be dancing; the tools, no less than his hands and feet, are extensions of his will. I trust him not to come to dinner with them, though. How ridiculous to suggest they’d work better than a knife and fork.

By Steven Forrest
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

And That’s The Way It Is?

For a while, several years ago, I stopped watching the TV news. This was no small thing. I was in the habit of watching all three networks, often at the same time, spinning the dial with the finesse of an accomplished musician running scales on his favorite instrument. And the messenger was no less than Hughes Rudd on the “CBS Morning News.” Despite his role in this, Hughes Rudd remains my favorite TV news personality.

By David Searls

A Summer’s Tale

(Part One)

I was going to invent a huge cake with tons of yeast, which would get larger with every piece you cut off, so everybody could have their cake and eat it, too.

By Nyle Frank