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The odd account of the sudden rise in fortune that came with Maxudov’s first novel being published and his waking-from-a-dream when he can’t find a trace of the journal nor the high life he experienced in Paris, not even his enigmatic publisher, spurs him on to start writing his next work, a play. I’m not sure if the cart was before the golden horse all this time, or if the 3-D box on his page was an inspired vision.
— Oct 26, 2017 04:37PM
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Kyle
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With the help of a friendly insider Bombardov, the play inches closer and closer to its debut on the Independent Theatre stage. Most of the meddlers in Maxudov’s way he can patiently endure but the greatest issues come with the Stanislavskian stand-in and his dreaded method - everything the playwright likes about his work gets thrown out the window with the Vasilievich bath water. Then Bulgakov audaciously reveals...
— Nov 15, 2017 04:48PM
Kyle
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Running the gauntlet of theatre folk in a range of locations, from plush offices to the sidewalk repertoire poster, Maxudov encounters the good, the bad and just plain awful amongst these theatre people. His script is built up and torn to shreds by secretaries, impresarios and fellow playwrights while Maxudov watches bemusedly his words being put through the wringer. Volkodav invokes other artists to shame his rival.
— Nov 11, 2017 12:27PM
Kyle
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Knowing in the briefest details the publication history Bulgakov faced in the Soviet Union, it is tempting to think his Maxudov having authored a Master and Margarita, with a curious little Behemoth his only company. The reception of his work in the small literary circle brings him to suicide, but it is that cat that takes the fall first, and then a Mephistopheles arrives in the share of the editor Rudolphi.
— Oct 14, 2017 09:18AM
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A curiously unfamiliar author pens a searing, satirical attack on one of the founding fathers of modern theatre, and the Stanislavskian Method no less, I wonder how it is that I never heard about this book before finding it tucked away on a bookstore shelf. Terry Gilliam apologetically explains why he has never made it into a movie, Bulgakov being too enjoyable as novels for even one of his visually stunning flights.
— Oct 11, 2017 03:07PM
