Review of 'Fifth Business (The Deptford Trilogy, #1)' on 'Goodreads'
5 stars
Some call [a:Robertson Davies|23129|Robertson Davies|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1225671081p2/23129.jpg]'s novels mysteries, but they are not.
Then again, they are to me. The mystery is why do I like them as much as I do? They have a singular voice and it's of a middle-aged, mid-twentieth-century academic Canadian man, a World War I veteran, who I doubt would like me, and Davies plunges deeply into things that interest him but don't interest me, though he writes so well about them that in the end, they do.
[b:Fifth Business|74406|Fifth Business (The Deptford Trilogy, #1)|Robertson Davies|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1170852646l/74406.SY75.jpg|603433] is the first of Davies Deptford Trilogy. I've always disliked series as much as I have books by academics, but I look forward to reading the following two.
Schoolmastering kept me busy by day and part of each night. I was an assistant housemaster, with a fine big room under the eaves of the main building, and a wretched …
Some call [a:Robertson Davies|23129|Robertson Davies|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1225671081p2/23129.jpg]'s novels mysteries, but they are not.
Then again, they are to me. The mystery is why do I like them as much as I do? They have a singular voice and it's of a middle-aged, mid-twentieth-century academic Canadian man, a World War I veteran, who I doubt would like me, and Davies plunges deeply into things that interest him but don't interest me, though he writes so well about them that in the end, they do.
[b:Fifth Business|74406|Fifth Business (The Deptford Trilogy, #1)|Robertson Davies|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1170852646l/74406.SY75.jpg|603433] is the first of Davies Deptford Trilogy. I've always disliked series as much as I have books by academics, but I look forward to reading the following two.
Schoolmastering kept me busy by day and part of each night. I was an assistant housemaster, with a fine big room under the eaves of the main building, and a wretched kennel of a bedroom, and rights in a bathroom used by two or three other resident masters. I taught all day, but my wooden leg mercifully spared me from the nuisance of having to supervise sports after school. There were exercises to mark every night, but I soon gained a professional attitude toward these woeful explorations of the caves of ignorance and did not let them depress me. I liked the company of most of my colleagues, who were about equally divided among good men who were good teachers, awful men who were awful teachers, and the grotesques and misfits who drift into teaching and are so often the most educative influences a boy meets in school. If a boy can't have a good teacher, give him a psychological cripple or an exotic failure to cope with; don't just give him a bad, dull teacher. This is where the private schools score over state-run schools; they can accommodate a few cultured madmen on the staff without having to offer explanations.