At least 4 stars, probably 5.
This is my first Taylor Caldwell, and I'm impressed with her detailed style. Rather than simply reading, the reader experiences the story. I marvel at the few authors who can truly pull this off, and Caldwell is one of them. The story is long (500+ pages) with enough detail to slow the reader down.
This fictionalized story of Luke took a number of probable liberties about Luke's background from a young boy to the writer of the Gospel of Luke, but always upheld the deity of Christ.
I disagree with Caldwell on several of her positions that are contrary to the Scriptures: Luke designated as an apostle of Jesus; Jesus with golden hair (and Mary) with blue eyes when the Jewish trait is dark, not Gentile; and Mary born without sin.
One item nettled me slightly before I ignored it completely was Caldwell's use of the British order of dialog punctuation where the comma is placed outside of the quotation marks when the attribution follows, like this: "The boy is too serious for his age", Aeneas once said to his wife. Maybe this was an editorial insertion even though Caldwell was a British-born American writer.
Caldwell's vocabulary was a refreshing stretch from the latest plethora. She used a lot of words I had banked but needed to think about for a moment to retrieve the meaning. And then, she used a fair number of words I'd never come across and loved having to dig out my dictionary again.
Quotes to note, particularly for Caldwell's use of description and wordsmithing:
Never had he seen so glorious a sunset before, so full of rosy light and golden lances, so brilliant and pure that the boughs of the trees the shivering fronds of the palms, the columns of the house beamed with a radiance of their own and reflected the colors of the sky. Gentleness and majesty radiated from it, as if some mighty Voice had bestowed a benediction to all the world, as if a mighty Hand had been lifted in tenderness and love. . . .His disciplined ind told him that this was only an unusually resplendent sunset; his soul told him that a Word had been spoken.
The door opened with a complaint of hinges.
A sound mind cannot exist except in a sound boy, and a sound body cannot exist without a sound mind.
Did a nation decline and decay when women won dominance and when no doors of law, business, or politics were closed to them, or did the dominance of women merely indicate that a nation was decaying?
God is never absent from the affairs of men, though we are not conscious of Him very often.
Death is not a calamity to him who dies; it is only a calamity to those he leaves behind, for death is deliverance and joy and eternal peace and bliss.
O You who have brought me from the waste spaces, and the darkness, and the barrenness, out of Your love and Your eternal mercy! O You who are compassionate beyond imagining, You who have haunted my life to bring me to You! O You who know the sufferings of men, because You have suffered them! Oh, hallowed are You in my soul, and I implore that You will accept my life that I may serve You! Always have I loved You, even when I contended with You out of my lack of understanding! Be merciful to me, a sinner, a man without importance! Hear my voice that calls to You.
Poor creature! He remembered that God had blessed the animals of the earth long before He had created man.
Once, I was without hope. The world was utterly corrupt, and without God. I lived in bitterness and despair. But, . . . a Revelation has been given to man by God, and never will the world be the same again. Hope and joy have been bestowed upon it; a new age has arisen, full of portent.
John's voice took on triumphant trumpet notes and jubilation.