I cannot tell you how much pleasure this novel has given me. Bulgakov writes with the most delightfully macabre humor I have yet to find in another book. It was performed as an opera several years ago at the Metropolitan Opera House and I imagine it must have made an enjoyable alternative to the typical Italian tragedy (not that there is anything wrong with that). Published in the 30's, this satire about the devil paying a visit to a young Soviet Russia is now one of my favorites. I try to avoid making sweeping statements, but if you don't enjoy this novel there is something wrong with you... Or vice versa?
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