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...fall of 1962, an editorial associate put the manuscript of One Day in with a portfolio of others for the editor in chief of the literary magazine Novy Mir, the adept
...establishment liberal Alexander Tvardovsky. He took the manuscripts home to read in bed, tossed them one by one aside. Then he picked up Solzhenitsyn's novel and read ten lines. As he later told a friend, "Suddenly I felt that I couldn't read it like this. I had to do something appropriate to the occasion. So I got up. I put on my best black suit, a white shirt with a starched collar, a tie, and my good shoes. Then I sat at my desk and read a new classic." Tvardovsky sent the manuscript to Khrushchev...
...fitfully at the Sorbonne for 13 years, refusing to acquire an advanced degree. Plagued by chronic insomnia, he developed his profound sense of despair during one long nuit blanche (sleepless night) after another. Unmarried, he earns most of his modest income from part-time work as a translator and manuscript reader. "I don't make a living," he told TIME Correspondent Paul Ress last week. "I eke one out. But I don't wish to be well off." Cioran has not returned to Rumania in more than 30 years, and is a citizen of no country...
...Andrei Dmitrievich Sakharov, partner in a major scientific discovery at the age of 29, a full member of the prestigious Academy of Sciences at 32 and now, at 47, a leading Soviet research physicist. Last week, after circulating underground for some time in Russia, an extraordinary manuscript by Sakharov was published in the U.S. by the New York Times. In it, the physicist boldly denounces major aspects of Soviet policy and practice, goes so far as to urge an East-West "convergence" to provide a safe and single world leadership. It is, as Library of Congress Kremlinologist Leon Herman said...
...Soviets are rehabilitating Mikhail Bulgakov, the satirical novelist and playwright who died in 1940, but so far they have not screwed their courage up to the point of publishing The Heart of a Dog, a novel recently spirited out of Russia in manuscript form. Bulgakov's complex and comical allegory, The Master and Margarita, was judged fit to be published in his homeland, after some ideological laundering. That was followed by Black Snow, a cudgeling of Stanislavsky. But these satires of Soviet life were devious enough so that the literary bureaucracy could pretend that they were not satire...