wonkit: respectfully, you've gone someplace completely outside the realm of my intention. i'm not looking for a faith-based book ... honest -- I don't have a dog in that race. interesting you assume that, though. :)
I was going to edit my last post to focus my criticism a bit: toibin's mary was aware of many aspects of the historical mary's biography: the apostles becoming figures of (vague) menace or (not-so-vague) annoyance in her life ... check (and intriguing); (biblical) men are dumber than (biblical) women ... been done a lot, but toibin employed his characteristic wit here, so check; mary freaked out at the crucifixion and ran away ... hugely challenging, and a big check.
but what was completely missing is any self-awareness of the one huge, overwhelming thing that made her mary: her kid was the frickin' son of god. toibin went on for 96 pages without once giving her character a thought, feeling, or recollection that filtered her experience through the prism of that overwhelming reality.
page after page, what i kept hoping to read was some inner narrative of mary's unique circumstance: f*ck you god for doing this to me ... how dare you put me in this position without my consent ... how could you give me this burden without the grace to carry it. anything like that would have served the concept far better. instead of writing a testament of *mary*, toibin gave us a testament of an anonymous 2000 year old Nazarene.
jesus' divinity is what makes mary's story compelling. lose that, and you're just serving up the ruminations of a bystander. I was not frustrated because i need mary to be Jesus' mommy; i was frustrated by the missed opportunity.
"You, sir, are a moron." (PlayItAgain)