DATE READ: May 2010
NOTES: Another classic ticked off….. but, oh dear, what a disappointment. I was fully expecting a satirical look at like in a totalitarian state and the effects of censorship on the lives of writers. What I got was a Faustian fantasy that left me bemused and confused. The opening chapter where Berlioz is killed is brilliant but then it all just became too crazy. The parts where the story of Pontius Pilate is told were much better – but again this never really went anywhere.
Sorry, I can’t take books seriously that have people flying on broomsticks and rushing into the street and tearing off their clothes.
Is this sacrilegious?
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