It's one part Dostoevsky, one part Kafka and that equals a whole hell of a lot of "what huh?"
Explaining the story would kill the magic for those who haven't read it. It's for you to discover...besides, I'm not sure I could explain the bloody thing.
Upon finishing
The Master and Margarita I was left with images that flickered like an earlier black and white film. Some dazzled, some disturbed, and some of the best passages pushed the story along workmanlike. The Biblical historical fiction scenes are written in such an incredibly believable, down to earth manner that when Bulgakov returns to the current timeline the crazy, nonsensical actions border upon the theater of the absurd, reading like a demonic carnival - fantastical, annoying, mind-boggling, infuriating and enchanting.
And then Bulgakov makes you think. The mind of man...who's truly the insane? The salvation of man...who needs it?!
God, I love Russian novels.
Rating: Call it a 4+