The three volumes of The Gulag Archipelago — one continuous, extended scream of outrage — are, paradoxically, brilliant, bitter, disbelieving and infused with awe: awe at the strength characterising the best among us, in the worst of all situations. In that monumental text, published in 1973, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn conducted “an experiment in literary investigation” — a hybrid […]
By Sean Dempsey | 08/04/26 “You like shish-kabobs, right?” Papa asked rather impatiently as I emerged from the back bedroom, rubbing sleep from my eyes. “Good morning, Dad,” I replied, quickly heading outside to the urine-dendrum patch sitting between two large pines. The sun was high in the sky already. I’d slept in well past 10am. […]
by Sean Dempsey “At the beginning of a fine May day, a svelte equestrienne, mounted on a sumptuous sorrel mare, was riding, in the middle of flowers, the lanes of the Bois.” – Joseph Grand (Camus) =========== After the Trilogytes attacked, the earth stood still, weeping at the indescribable carnage. Bitter and anguished cries shook […]
terrific thanks.