I had been circling Robertson Davies since college but for whatever reason I had never given one of his books a go. Then I picked this up a couple of months back for $2 on the clearance shelf at Half Price Books. This was Davies’ last book before he died. What a way to leave this mortal coil. The Cunning Man is a spectacular legacy. Reminded me of an expanded (and more enjoyable) version of Joyce’s The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. No knock on Joyce but I found TCM deeper and much more moving. I will now have to search out more of Davies’ work.
