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Don’t have time to write? Can’t get in front of a computer? That didn’t stop Solzhenitsyn. In fact, Solzhenitsyn looks at his time in the gulag as essential to his becoming a writer.
In response to the question how he became a writer, Solzhenitsyn said that in a serious sense this did not take place until he found himself in prison.
I had tried my hand at literary writing even before the war, and had made determined efforts of this kind while I was a university student, but this could hardly be called serious writing because I lacked life experience. I began to write in earnest in prison, doing it in a conspiratorial fashion, concealing the very fact that I was writing—this was absolutely crucial. My method involved remembering the texts composed and learning them by heart. I started doing this with verse, then with prose as well.
I have often written abou the importance of memorizing poetry and the importance the excercise of memory. Memory is perhaps the most underused and under appreciated mental facility of the modern age. We have become mentally lazy because there is no longer a necessity to memorize things – or so we think; cheap printed material, and now digital, searchable archives mean people can reference quotes and information easily and quickly. But relying on this makes as much sense as allowing your muscles to atrophy and not exercising simply because there are cars, planes and escalators so there is no need to be as physically fit as in the past.
Secondly, he though he could not write, that did not stop him from ‘writing’ and creating in his mind. He didn’t say “Oh well, I don’t have a typewriter (or the time, or paper, or whatever).
Most of us, thank God, will never have to experience the gulag (though I would not be so complacent about this), but we have experienced ‘gulags’ of our own making, or monotonous jobs that we look at ‘life draining’ it is often in those experiences that are necessary to draw our deepest creative facilities, if we make use of them. On a lighter note, a favorite author of mine, PG Wodehouse made use of his terrible, unpleasant job at a bank to write one of my favorite ‘novel’s by him “Psmith in the City”.
Lastly, Solzhenitsyn would never and could never have composed and created this work if he did not have strong faith and a sense of hope. I am not talking about Oprah-TheSecret-Jesus-is-going-to-give-me-a-new-BMW sort of hope; but rather a deep, serious, faith.
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