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The Sun Interview

Nothing To Lose But Our Illusions

An Interview With David Edwards

Once you start to see through the myth of status, possesions, and unlimited consumption as a path to happiness, you’ll find that you have all kinds of freedom and time. It’s like a deal you can make with the universe: I’ll give up greed for freedom. Then you can start putting your time to good use.

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Advice To William Somebody

I can’t count the number of times I have officially assembled the equipment to take my life: a knife, a handgun, a plastic bag, a bottle of codeine and a fifth of vodka. My motivations ar never quite clear: perception of failure, futility, a sense of irremediable isolation, MTV — nothing everyone else hasn’t suffered through. Yet I tend to magnify my gloomy outlook into a drive-in picture of the end of the world. I can’t seem to remember that despair is a temporary state, a dark storm along the highway; that if I can just stick it out, keep the wipers going and my foot on the gas, I will make it through to the other side.


My mother insisted on visiting me in Guatemala, where I was working as a Peace Corps volunteer, despite my exaggerated warnings about how difficult — how incommodious, how dangerous, even — life there was. I knew my scare tactics would fail; had I been a soldier in a war, my mother would have parachuted into my foxhole.

On The Suffering Of Little Things

This morning, I got up early to clean the kitchen before I left for work. The sink was full of dirty dishes, and as I loaded the dishwasher, I noticed a spider on the 
sponge. I gave a yelp of fear and jumped back.



“C’mon,” I say to Number 19, who put the late cross-check on Gord, our center. I say, “C’mon.” I skate over while Coach screams, and then my gloves are on the ice, and I’m begging Number 19 to throw down, too. The linesman has my shoulder, pulling me away, but I stay put. “C’mon,” I say. “C’mon, pussy. Throw down. Please throw down.”


Whispered Prayers

I did not know, for example, that in 1950 the Chinese government initiated a series of invasions that, within a decade, would result in the occupation of the whole of Tibet and the eventual death of more than 1.2 million Tibetans — about one-sixth of the total population — due to political persecution, imprisonment, torture, and famine. I was not aware of the destruction of 70 percent of the rich forest reserves, the massive dumping of nuclear wastes, and the dynamiting of all but a handful of the six thousand monasteries that before 1950 had dotted the Tibetan landscape. Nor did I know that more than 130,000 Tibetan refugees had fled their motherland.

June 2000
Readers Write

Making A Difference

I was attending a conference in LA staying for a week at a hotel by the freeway. Each morning, I rose very early and went to the little cafe in the lobby to write. The only other person there was a young Mexican busboy setting up the glasses and silverware for breakfast. Though he kept his head bent over his work, I could tell he was stealing glances at me. Occasionally our eyes met, and he smiled.

Personal Stories By Our Readers ▸


To a brave man, good and bad luck are like his right and left hands. He uses both.

Saint Catherine of Sienna

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