The usual superlatives one wishes to bestow upon One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich fall away after one finishes reading it. Is it fair to describe as a statement to hidden hope, or of the irreducible dignity of man?
It sure doesn't feel that way when you finish it. Hardship is endured, yes, but hardly the ennobling kind.
What One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich does get across rather well is the human instinct for survival. It's all our protagonist, Ivan Denisovich Shukhov, has left to him as we join him in his Soviet prison camp on a winter day early in 1951.