This is not a review. This is my reaction to reading TM&M. Nothing more, and certainly less.
From time to time, and always when I receive a Friend Request, I check other people’s Read list via the Compare Books function—constantly cringing at the five titles that always show up as huge scars—the titles on their Read list and my To Read list. The indignity. It doesn’t end. There are five, five which constantly haunt me, flood me with shame. This is (was) one of them (had I chosen to read the c...more
It's difficult to explain the effect of this book. There is such a wild oscillation in it that swings us back and forth between two worlds: the world of Moscow - a wild circus with the devil Woland as ringmaster - and the world of Yershalaim (Jerusalem). These are fictional reinventions that retain a basic truth.
I read this essay once. On what makes a book great. Not good, but great. Ink splattered across yellowed pages, nesting on dusty shelves, more names than I would ever know. And for all I know, they are all good. Nestled in those pages, between silverfish and imagination, is some saving grace: something that makes even the most mundane and nonsense redeemable. Atleast, so I would like to think. But what makes a book great? What makes it rise above the dust and the grime and exist, blood and veins,...more