Issue 235 | The Sun Magazine

July 1995

Readers Write


A Boy Scout, an old friend, an excellent craftsman

By Our Readers
Sy Safransky's Notebook

July 1995

Where The Wind Comes Sweeping

House Speaker Newt Gingrich insists there’s no connection between reactionary rhetoric and reactionary violence.

By Sy Safransky


There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.

Martin Luther King Jr.

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Eight Days In Brooklyn

“ ‘Black rage’ — it’s a new defense for the Long Island Killer, sort of like an insanity plea,” my dad says as he drives us toward Brooklyn from La Guardia Airport. I have just arrived with my daughter, Rose, from northern Idaho for our annual week-long visit and I’m anxious for news.

By Stephen J. Lyons
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

One Violent Crime

I had gone no more than a few steps when I felt a hard punch in my back followed instantly by the unforgettable sensation of skin and muscle tissue parting. Silva had stabbed me about six inches above my waist, just beneath my rib cage.

By Bruce Shapiro
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Never Let Me Down

He wanted me to know about the great and wild people he had met, the music he had heard, the crazy underworld places he had been. He needed to explain that, while being a junkie sounded bad to other people, it had been really wonderful for him.

By Susan J. Miller
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

in rejection i remain

the collected letters of william penrod

i keep sending query letters to publishers and agents and hatcheck girls, but nary a reply do i get. i pray for a reply every night: just tell me to go shit in my hat, i pray. then i’ll know that my stuff has at least been delivered.

By William Penrod
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Zen Failure

For many years while practicing Zen, I thought I was a failure. But as more years went by, I began to realize that failure is the heart of Zen. Failure is what Zen is about.

By Rafe Martin

Orson And Me

And now I know that He wants me to try to write a book again and that this time I’ll succeed.

By William Penrod

I Wish I Had The Energy To Clean My Stove

Since I’ve never had an orgasm, I don’t know exactly how to fake one, but he seems satisfied with my little act. You’re the greatest, he always says afterward. You are, too, I say. It must have been in bed with Les that I learned to be such a liar.

By Kathleen C. Smith