In the early 1980s, when I first read these three novels by Robertson Davies, I knew nothing about him, though he was perhaps the most famous writer in Canada by then. I sought out and read everything he had ever written, as well as everything he continued to write in the next decade until his death. It was a satisfying journey. It is a journey I would take again, though I don’t often re-read books anymore.
[Originally posted on my discontinued This Old Book Tumblr.]