I picked this up in Daunt books in Marylebone, seeing a pile of copies of it superbly merch'd on a table in the corner, emblazoned with TLS quotes about its brilliance.
What a peculiar choice for a reprint. At best, it's an interesting GDR artifact, set in a pretty fascinating period (post *that* 1956 speech). At points, it has the potential of a low level thriller. It's also obviously strong on the public vs private, the tight political game of favourite and out-of-favour and the ghastly charade of socialist realism.
So far, so good.
What I struggled with was the morality. Stefan Heym isn't satirising or trying to deflate the overarching idea. Stalin's bad, sure - and, comrades, awful things were done by him. But the revolution and the dictatorship of the proletariat - that's fine. Forget ye not: this writer went back to the GDR. All of which left me cold and actually irritated me at times for its careful posturing and, frankly, hypocrisy.
Odd on the language front too. He wrote it in English, but it's full of idiosyncratic Germanisms that soon set you bemoaning an imagined sloppy translater. 'Mishmash' instead of 'chitchat'; 'no skin off my back'; 'stop yammering', etc. Ganz komisch.