Professor Maxim Matusevich, director of the Russian and East European Studies program, published news in the New England Review, Fatal Flaw Literary Magazine and The Museum of Americana: A Literary Review.

Professor Matusevich published “Bar Beach Police Station” in the New England Reviewone of the country’s leading literary magazines.

Sponsored by Middlebury College, the New England Review has long been affiliated with the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, described by the new yorker as “the nation’s oldest and most prestigious writers’ conference”.

For Matusevich, the publication of “Bar Beach Police Station” follows the publication of another news item in the New England Review“The road to Battambang.”

Earlier, Matusevich published “Arthur or Night on Earth” in the famous literary journal, The Kenyan Review.

In “Bar Beach Police Station”, the story of a trip he took as a graduate student to Nigeria in 1999, Matusevich writes:

“The first few weeks in Nigeria were surreal, exhausting, infuriating, exciting. The place was scandalously corrupt, patently dangerous and, following Abacha’s disappearance, brimming with wild political rumors. But I also continued to meeting the most wonderful, warmest people, who were eager to take me under their wing and help me in any way they could. The mixture of dysfunction, brutality and generosity would have been disorienting had it not been for been so familiar. In many ways, I felt like my native Russia. Strangely, Nigeria turned out to be easier for me to understand than the United States (still a work in progress).”

Later in the play, Matusevich recounts his visit to the Bar Beach police station, where an acquaintance of his was being held. Matusevich writes:

“The stench inside the station was overwhelming. I looked at the head of security, wondering if he smelled what I smelled. By all outward signs, he didn’t, also appearing calm and poised than every morning when I greeted him at the It was difficult to reconcile his Victorian formalism with the spatial and aesthetic confusion of our surroundings, with those nauseating odors But he remained calm, as Isaac remained calm in the Spanish prison, as Alex remained calm behind the wheel of his Audi, while funneling a stack of banknotes into the waiting palms of a traffic cop How to maintain that sort of serenity in the face of a world that offends, disappoints and scoffs at morality?

In addition to his most recent publication in the New England ReviewProfessor Matusevich has also recently published articles in Fatal Flaw Literary Magazine and The Museum of Americana: A Literary Review.

In Fatal error he published “Red dress,” and in The Museum of AmericaThe notice board.”

In “The Billboard,” the story of a chance encounter with an elderly cashier in rural Pennsylvania, he writes:

“Her tag is called ‘Gracemarie’ and I guess she must be at least eighty. Eighties which compels her to continue her job as a cashier at Walmart. Her movements are slow and deliberate, and I smile, do pretending to assure her, “No rush, no rush at all, take your time. She’s wearing a simple surgical mask, and I don’t know if she smiles back. I choose to think she does. He it is better to think that she does.

Back in the Soviet Union, women retired at fifty-five, which was a strangely early age to quit smoking. But again, in the USSR, the question of age was completely screwed up. My battalion commander, Major Kustov, was a sad 42-year-old alcoholic who looked ancient—his skin was parched, his watery blue eyes blinked with visible effort. Someone told me he died of “old age”, still in his forties, shortly after my release. My mother had me when she was twenty-eight and when she gave birth, the maternity doctor noted “geriatric pregnancy” (старородящая) in her medical history. I first got married and became a father at twenty-one and it was considered normal. Most of the women I knew were married by the age of twenty, those who weren’t probably getting nervous. But it’s not necessarily because of this particular Soviet ageism that Gracemarie’s continued affiliation with Walmart (“Save Money So They Can Live Better”) saddens me so much. Is she so alone? Does she need money? Probably yes to both questions, and it’s sad and depressing, and an accusatory strike against the fictional city on a hill.”

New England Review, “Bar Beach Police Station.”

Literary Review Fatal Flaw, “Red dress.”

The Museum of America, “The notice board.”