Does anyone even read Robertson Davies anymore? I was a big fan until I read this pretentious, smug sack of slime. All the characters I'd grown to love in Davies' THE REBEL ANGELS and WHAT'S BRED IN THE BONE return, except extremely stupider.
This felt a lot like Davies had been pressured into writing it so that the publishers could market the books as a bogus "trilogy" a la THE DEPTFORD TRILOGY and THE SALTERTON TRILOGY. Really painfully embarassingly bad book.
This felt a lot like Davies had been pressured into writing it so that the publishers could market the books as a bogus "trilogy" a la THE DEPTFORD TRILOGY and THE SALTERTON TRILOGY. Really painfully embarassingly bad book.