The Master and Margarita (by Mikhail Bulgakov)

I read this for book club, finally, though my friends have been urging it on me for years. I know it can be read on many levels but I enjoyed it most (not knowing much about Soviet bureaucracy) as a farce. Then again, the story of Ha-Nostri was lovely and touching. So I guess half as a farce, the other half as a deeply profound and moving story. Which somehow reconciles itself in the end, which I suppose is the genius of the thing.

More once I've thought about it more!