Nothing in the whole of literature compares with The Master and Margarita. One spring afternoon, the Devil, trailing fire and chaos in his wake, weaves himself out of the shadows and into Moscow. Mikhail Bulgakov’s fantastical, funny, and devastating satire of Soviet life combines two distinct yet interwoven parts, one set in contemporary Moscow, the other in ancient Jerusalem, each brimming with historical, imaginary, frightful, and wonderful characters. Written during the darkest days of Stalin’s reign, and finally published in 1966 and 1967, The Master and Margarita became a literary phenomenon, signaling artistic and spiritual freedom for Russians everywhere.
WoOoOoWWWIEEEE! The Master and Margarita was whirlwinds of magic and pure creativity pooped out from the colorful (to say the least) imagination of Mikhail Bulgakov.
Although I actually enjoyed reading this book, it left an impression on me like none other. Yes, the devil screwed with, killed, and exploited many of Moscow’s citizens but the narrator tells a captivating, alternative story of Jesus (Yeshua) and his death. This satire was inspired by Stalin’s reign and was created to lampoon Russia’s government at the time. Although the satire has a deeper meaning to it, it’s story was told whimsically with lots of grandeur, sarcasm, and unforgettable characters like Behemoth and Koroviev – the devil’s retinue!
For an awesome trip, pick up The Master and Margarita and get to reading!
Fantastique: a French term for a literary and cinematic genre that overlaps with science fiction, horror, and fantasy.
Farce: a literary genre and type of comedy that makes use of highly exaggerated and funny situations aimed at entertaining the audience.
“The tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes never! You’re asked an unexpected question, you don’t even flinch, it takes just a second to get yourself under control, you know just what you have to say to hide the truth, and you speak very convincingly, and nothing in your face twitches to give you away. But the truth, alas, has been disturbed by the question, and it rises up from the depths of your soul to flicker in your eyes and all is lost.”