I read Fifth Business by Roberston Davies maybe 20 years ago, and though I can't remember many details (something about a snowball?) I think of the book often. There is just something. . . indefinably odd about Robertson Davies. His books worm their way into your psyche without you noticing they are doing it. You'll be reading along, thinking, this is pretty good, and then at some point you discover that he has inextricably entangled you with his world.