April 26, 2004

  • This past weekend I fell in love with a man.  And such a man! – not in line with the usual kind of man I have fallen in love with (although the use of the phrase is being used liberally here, for have I ever really been in love?)!  Perhaps it is better to say simply that I was sincerely struck by him – this Malcolm, Malcolm MacPhail ! - upon first meeting, and the better I came to know him, the greater the degree of admiration grew.


     


    He is a handsome and tall, dark brown-haired, hazel-eyed young man of Scottish descent, and a fisherman by trade.  Growing up in a small village as a fisherman, he was never educated at some university.  Very rustic, uncultured, unpolished and unrefined by our usual suburban, middle-class standards, I’ve noticed that where universally accepted etiquette dictates certain discreteness or sugar-coated words or actions, he is severely lacking in his attentions to such things.  Really, he is so unassuming, so forthwith, so honest and in such earnest to tell the truth that he is frequently – and unintentionally – borderline impropriety.  (The sort of which makes you want to guffaw, spew out your drink or retreat in contrition at your own lack of innocence.)  Truly an honest man, those who have known him since he was a child would testify that he has never been deceptive, he is a man worthy of his word, well-loved and always seeks to do right.  In a world where raising oneself is the object and chief goal, Malcolm stands in opposition against the norm.  He loves and serves every man and woman with unearthly devotion.  He fears God and does all things with a conscious desire to obey His commandments and embody His truths.  Artless and without guile, loving and generous, humble and true, Malcolm is my hero. 


     


    If you want to know more about him, read this book and its sequel.  For within moments of picking up this book, I had discovered that what makes one noble is not from having the right name or title or even money and proper education, it comes from having a character that is true based on One who is True.  Thanks to George MacDonald for weaving a tale of such a hero.


     


    (so... so... did I succeed in tricking you into reading my book review?  ah, the schemes of a writer!! =)

Comments (7)

  • i found malcolm a bit on the sterile stoic side.  i like a man who laughs!  ha ha, i can't wait to catch up with you on these books!  this summer perhaps.  btw, i have been reading a borrowed copy of the "last" mitford book.. can't believe i didn't enter mitford at all in 2003, isn't that weird?

  • yeah, actually, malcolm was sorta too good to be true... but there were things about him that were certainly admirable. :)   all in all, it was fun to walk into MacDonald's world of Portlossie...

  • wow..you're a good writer Mary Ann...i succumbed to your trickery. I was reading so intently waiting to see what happened with this encounter of yours. HAHAHAH. Okay, great post though. :)

  • hahah...nice mree. another book to add to the long waiting list...oh yeah, i like what you did to your site!

  • ahh.. i knew it was a book! can't fool me mary ann :0)

  • hahaha i knew it was a book... being that you were MIA this weekend :P

  • you're a tricksy one mary ann =)  but somehow, i just knew!  ehhe

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