Dramatist Bulgakov was meant to go through all the circles of the most complex theatrical mechanism, to know its tragic sweet bitterness, and to uncover its secret.
“Notes of a Dead Man” is a sharp, perceptive, and sad “novel with the theater.” This is a condensed and captivating story of the “backstage world,” a satirical, biting, and lyrical tragicomedy. For the sake of the game in a lit space, non-theatrical deeds and betrayals are committed. And the inner life of the theater is an astonishing snapshot of everything that had taken shape beyond its threshold.
This book is good, entertaining, and funny—without any need for commentary on who is who.
Like all of Bulgakov’s books, this one can be reread endlessly.
The curtain doesn’t fall…