Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

This has erroneously been on the 'read' shelves for some time, and I'm sure I tried to read it once and got nowhere. A friend of a friend remarked on Facebook how wonderful it is, and as the critics rave about it, I gave it a go. I struggled with it though, not really understanding why it was a satire of life under communism, and with such a huge cast I couldn't follow it. Mostly read on the train down from Derby. It probably didn't help that my mind kept wandering to the Labour leadership debate.