A Cruel Man Delighting in Flowers

...the mildness to which men ... had yielded was only half of the intoxication of beauty, while the other half ... was of such surpassing and terrible cruelty—the most cruel of men delights himself with a flower—that beauty ... failed quickly of its effect... 

Hermann BrochThe Death of Virgil

 

Jeremy Davies is made of ink, but don’t dip a feather in him. It tickles. He once painted a fingernail black and no one really noticed. He was disappointed. He’s also an editor, a religious atheist, a liker of strong coffees, a Shakespeare-lover, a political anarchist and someone who rarely has a pen when he needs one. He has been a PhD candidate, a personal trainer, a life model, a bouncer, an infantry soldier and someone who rarely had a pen when he needed one. He has had words published in a variety of places, in a variety of publications, in a variety of forms, in a variety of moments: Canada, Wet Ink, SMS and twelve minutes past three in the afternoon being some of these. His first novel, 'Missing Presumed Undead', will be re-published by Satalyte Publishing in February 2014. A second is on its way.

One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich - Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Ralph Parker, Marvin L. Kalb This book is one of those marvelous ones that manages to do many things at once. You can be depressed and uplifted simultaneously. The simplicity of the narration and the ordinary-ness of this society that Ivan Denisovich Shukhov finds himself a member of is all the more chilling for it, but also warming...

It is about much more than simply the brutality of Stalinism. The way in which human beings develop and own the reality that they are presented with has an existential ring to it.

Freedom for Shukhov would mean to become a carpet-painter? And the capret-painters have inherited the world. Poor old Shukhov. Maybe he will be spared freedom...

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