Theo has just arrived in the small town of Golden, where, in the popular coffee shop near his hotel, he discovers the most beautiful portraits on all the walls. He is utterly intrigued, feels he can almost see each personality behind the faces drawn there. Seeing that each one is priced so reasonably, he is inspired to take on a project of bestowals – of ensuring that each incredible portrait returns either to the subject or to a loved one who’ll appreciate it. And with each bestowal, he becomes more familiar, more integrated into the lovely community around him.
Many, I imagine, will find this story incredibly sweet. And it is. Theo is a lovable character, whose kindness, humility and quiet wisdom sets him apart. He is generous in an unassuming way, not seeking praise for his gifts, just wanting to do for others because he derives joy from the giving. It is also his way of connecting with others in the town, hearing their stories, and providing solace and encouragement in return. And these characters are colorful and diverse.
What niggled at me throughout the story, however, was that Theo’s character was just too perfect. He always had the perfect response to a challenge, always had an insightful, kind thing to say. I suppose there is the chance that when I reach Theo’s age of 86, I’ll always know just what to say and when to say it. But I believe it is much more likely that I will continue to have those frequent moments when, 3-4 hours after a conversation, I will think of just the right way to have said something (as I do now).
I also was bothered that while Theo installed himself in a quaint little Southern town, if he were truly as famous as he turned out to be, someone would’ve recognized him and not been as shocked to learn his true identity. He interacted with folks who were cultured, educated, and sophisticated – how could they not have known who he was???
So while this is a sweet tale, it is just a bit too sweet, a bit too perfect. Poetic license can only go so far, at least in my opinion.
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