The unfortunately high expectations that I had
from this book probably ruined it for me. I though my mind was going to be
blown away by Bulgakov’s masterpiece, instead I was left extremely
disappointed. I remember a school re-enactment of the first chapter of the
novel, with the mysterious Iraqi kid playing a great Woland, but as it turns
out that was, for me, by far the most interesting chapter in the entire novel.
My father loved the book, but maybe it was a generational thing.
As I mentioned before, I already have issues
with magical realism, but works of fantasy are just too much for me. After a
couple of hundred pages the book just got boring for me. The intentions of the
devilish characters are generally quite foreseeable from the start, so just get
on with it. And I was hoping for at least something more satanic (and not just
plain decadent) for the ball.
After a while even Behemoth, the most entertaining
of Woland’s gang, becomes boring and repetitive. And the sections on the
Master’s book seem just like a long, bleak return to Sunday school.
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