Recommending G.K. Chesterton

From time to time readers like to know who the authors they read read. In my case, it is utterly transparent, since I make no influence to hide from whom I am stealing.

But in one case it is not, for some authors are inimitable. One such is G.K. Chesterton.

Allow me here to list my favorite of his works. What are you in the mood for?

Poetry?

Religion?

Intrigue?

Mystery?

Politics?

History?

A SHORT HISTORY OF ENGLAND? http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/A_Short_History_of_England

Essays?

Biography?

  • ST THOMAS AQUINAS THE DUMB OX http://wikilivres.info/wiki/St._Thomas_Aquinas:_The_Dumb_Ox

Science Fiction?

This last book yes indeed is science fiction, for it takes place in the far future year of 1984, but unlike every other science fiction book, it specifically derides the entire enterprise. The opening is priceless:

“THE human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children’s games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up. And one of the games to which it is most attached is called, “Keep to-morrow dark,” and which is also named (by the rustics in Shropshire, I have no doubt) “Cheat the Prophet.” The players listen very carefully and respectfully to all that the clever men have to say about what is to happen in the next generation. The players then wait until all the clever men are dead, and bury them nicely. They then go and do something else. That is all. For a race of simple tastes, however, it is great fun.”

It gets better from there. Because men of the future believe in evolution, they believe everything should be done by random natural selection and slow gradual change, so they still have the gaslamps and horse-drawn carriages of 1904, but they select their kings by random lottery. Unfortunately, the lot falls on a king whose wild sense of humor demands all the pomp and circumstances and local loyalties and loves of the Middle Ages — and all goes well until a mad genius takes the idea of loving his local neighborhood, in this case the unlovely New Jersey of the Old World, Notting Hill, entirely seriously.

If I had to pick just, I would say read the first story in INNOCENCE OF FATHER BROWN first, then read THE EVERLASTING MAN. By that point you will be aware whether his love of paradox and his vast and jovial wit are too your taste. But do not put him down until you have at least read the first two chapters of MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY.