Robert Falconer

Robert Falconer


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Robert Falconer by George MacDonald





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Robert Falconer


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d the stranger, he found, on the contrary, that he was to have his tea with Betty in the kitchen, after which he again took refuge with Klopstock in the garret, and remained there till it grew dark, when Betty came in search of him, and put him to bed in the gable-room, and not in his usual chamber. In the morning, every trace of the visitor had vanished, even to the thorn stick which he had set down behind the door as he entered.

All this Robert Falconer saw slowly revive on the palimpsest of his memory, as he washed it with the vivifying waters of recollection.



It was a very bare little room in which the boy sat, but it was his favourite retreat. Behind the door, in a recess, stood an empty bedstead, without even a mattress upon it. This was the only piece of furniture in the room, unless some shelves crowded with papers tied up in bundles, and a cupboard in the wall, likewise filled with papers, could be called furniture. There

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C.S. Lewis didn't seem to understand MacDonald's realistic fiction; I find that odd, as this novel isn't surpassed by any of C.S. Lewis's works, his non-fiction included.

I enjoyed a great deal sharing quotes from throughout this novel with friends and family. The Scottish dialogue became very easy to understand after the first few pages of it. I would say more, yet any more may possible spoil various parts of the story.

I can say, however, the story starts in a small town in Scotland, with Falconer, and displays a conflict between him and his ultra-conservative grandmother. What will Falconer do with his life? And whatever happened to his father?

P.S. They say MacDonald's popularity or sales even rivaled that of Charles Dickens's. I can see why. After this one, I hope to tackle Malcolm, Sir Gibbie, and Thomas Wingfold, Curate, per recommendation of biographer Michael R. Phillips. Of course, it is hard to beat his fantasies for children.