A crucial book of the twentieth century, Solzhenitsyn’s first novel chronicles a single day in the life of an inmate in a Soviet labor camp, beginning as “the hammer banged reveille on the rail outside camp HQ” at five o’clock on an inhumanly cold January morning—“too cold for the warder to go on hammering”—and ending that same night. The relentless brutality of Stalinist oppression is rendered all the more powerful by the author’s focus—alternately fierce and tender—on the mundane dimensions of Ivan’s experience. In simple and recognizable sensory detail, Solzhenitsyn portrays the hunger Ivan and his comrades feel, the cold they suffer, the bodily fatigue and degradations that are their lot.
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