In This Issue
Explore the December 1977 print edition below. Or to discover more writing from the pages of The Atlantic, browse the full archive.
“I see a concrete patch in the street. It’s shaped like Florida, and I recollect what I wrote in Ginny’s yearbook: ‘We will live on mangoes and love.’”
(A tale written after a late-night reading of The Book of Sand by Jorge Luis Borges)
The ambassador from Panama . . . reorganizing the government . . . preserving Main Street
Its officers claim they have the best peacetime Army in history—but can it last?
What is a man who in one week can be entranced by a Beethoven symphony, a Manet, a line of poetry, and in the next be equally caught up in following the trail of a wild animal through the snow-filled woods? An outdoorsman and writer offers this answer.