I appreciate that it was an important book, and that it had to be written in order to challenge academic hegemony of Shostakovich as a good Soviet composer. However, that didn't make it any less painful to read. Clearly still high off the fall of the Berlin Wall, Macdonald delights in recounting every stupid myth about Stalin and the USSR, judiciously referencing Solzhenitsyn's Gulag Archipelago and even dedicating an appendix to Nineteen Eighty-Four . If the academics he was so fervently writing against had been ideologically blinkered by the Cold War, here perhaps the opposite is true - suddenly every composition is a passionate attack on Stalin, and Shostakovich is constantly playing 4D chess with the Party!