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Albert Camus’ Critique of Modernity

begin with their unexpected arrest, which Butkovsky notes everyone thinks is a mistake that will be shortly straightened out, followed by isolation and interrogations, manipulated words, pressure to name others, and eventually conviction under the infamous Article 58. Sentencing is followed by prison at first, then numerous transports across the country, almost inevitably either northward or eastward to the camps, particularly to Kolyma, living under criminal trustees, hard labor in forests or mines or both, meager bread and watery fish soup, and intellectuals, peasants, priests, and engineers as companions along the way. What is surprising about these stories, however, are the unexpected recollections of life outside the camps, which is little better, save for being relatively free, filled with poverty, dislocation, exile, illness, and petty crimes. That the early Soviet Union was like a large prison camp, with hellish circles going deeper and deeper until one reached Kolyma, is not far from the image presented by these memoirs. Why Solzhenitsyn selected these stories from the hundreds he probably received over the years since the publication of One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich in 1962 is never explained. One can surmise after reading these stories in light of Denisovich, however, that they were selected because they all tell a similar tale from a different perspective, literally making flesh and blood retell the original fictional story. Call it validation, call it replication, or call it simply an act of generosity to bring to light the unique yet familiar stories of seven former zeks, representative of all the hundreds whose voices were not printed and the millions whose voices never survived.