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Shukhov felt pleased with life as he went to sleep. A lot of good things had happened that day. He hadn’t been thrown in the hole. The gang hadn’t been dragged off to Sotsgorodok [settlement]. He’d swiped the extra gruel at dinnertime. The foreman had got a good rate for the job. He’d enjoyed working on the wall. He hadn’t been caught with the blade at the searchpoint. He’d earned a bit from Tsezar that evening. And he’d bought his tobacco.
The end of an unclouded day. Almost a happy one.
Just one of the three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days of his sentence, from bell to bell.
The extra three were for leap years.
From: One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn (1962)
mhr is not just a journal, it’s a multi-media cocktail of awesome art, audio and literature. it comes out of NYC and is edited by carol novack (fiction) and ann bogle (non-fiction). it’s the big apple of online zineness, a different, larger, juicier kind of html giant connected to yet another artists’ collective. mhr got a blog, too.
« a really innovative and gorgeous magazine, and one of the rare venues for truly experimental work. I wish there were more “mad” magazines around. »
« It was clear to him that there was a woman on the moon, quite possibly waiting to be rescued since the Great Depression. Now that the macroeconomic cycle had come round again, as scientists all across the planet were busying themselves with explanations of why and how history seemed to repeat itself like a girl on a playground swinging back and forth and back and forth, few were thinking of space travel and he might be able to snatch a rocket from an abandoned shuttle site to visit that woman in her oracular wasteland, bring her back to Earth and find love once and for all. »
Their first issue for me was like a party where you actually like all of the people and then they even introduce you to new people that you like and want to get to know (and how often does THAT happen at parties?)