My favorite of the Cornish trilogy, though I enjoyed all of them. As What's Bred in the Bone ruminated on painting, Lyre of Orpheus ruminated on music. All three ruminate as well on theology and philosophy. I love Simon Darcourt.
One of the criticisms I have read about Lyre is that Robertson Davies tells rather than shows. I noticed the Exposition Fairy smacking the characters around a lot, but as with Barbara Kingsolver's Prodigal Summer, which is criticized for the same fault, I liked what the author had to tell me, so it didn't bother me.
Thursday we began our search for tile at one place. Saturday morning at the second place we probably finished it, choosing a medium-gray stippled square that we'll punctuate with diamonds of the blue pearl granite of the counter. The tiles are 13" square, so some will be cut in strips to fit above the main square.
I should have taken more before pictures, fascinating as they are. I didn't take pictures of the insides of cabinets, so now I can only admire my beautiful arrangements instead of also comparing their superiority to the former ones. Also I didn't take photographs of the floors, since we didn't initially consider refinishing them, so again their glowing wonder must stand on their own rather than feed my frenzied before-and-after gloating.