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G. K. Chesterton: Larger than life

This little volume will do good. I cannot think of a better Christmas present for almost anybody, of all ages and both sexes. The young, especially, do not know enough about GKC. Among their elders, there is a lot of prejudice against him, especially those who have something to do with education. He is kept off official reading lists, curricula and degree courses. Although, in his last years, he showed himself a fine broadcaster, the BBC establishment has always hated him. His Father Brown stories have never been serialised on TV, though they are a natural.

Why this hostility? One explanation often advanced is that he was anti-Semitic. I have never been able to see this. His odd and aggressive brother, Cecil, was certainly an anti-Semite. So was his friend and associate Hilaire Belloc. GKC was involved in the Marconi campaign against Lloyd George and Rufus Isaacs. But that was all. GKC lacked all the characteristics of the real anti-Semite: love of conspiracy theory, bitterness, huge hidden hatreds and violence of thought. It is significant that he saw through Hitler before anyone else in England, issuing dire warnings from 1932 onwards. Before his death in 1936, he even predicted Hitler would begin the Second World War with a grab at Poland. 

A more likely explanation for the hostility is GKC's Christianity, which was always strong and culminated in his becoming a Catholic in 1922. It was the centre of his intellectual and emotional life, and he nearly always brought it into the argument — that was what the secular Bloomsbury types, and the people they influenced, could not abide. To people such as E. M. Forster, Lytton Strachey and the Woolfs, he was everything they most hated in a writer. The fact that he never wrote or said a mean, cruel or malicious word was an additional reason for disliking him, for it proved (in their opinion) that he was a hypocrite. GKC had a childlike, innocent soul, and he kept it pure all his life. They could not believe such a person existed. 

There is another reason for the academic hostility to him — and this was, and is, openly avowed: his inaccuracy. Now it is true he was inaccurate. But then so are most academics, much more so than most men and women of letters. As a reviewer, I am constantly astonished at the careless errors I find in books written by dons occupying high university posts and enjoying inflated reputations. But dons go through the motions. They pay lip-service, and genuflect, to scholarship. They pile on the footnotes, bibliographies and other academic scaffolding. GKC would have none of this. He thought it all as out of place in his books as in a daily paper. He was, and saw himself as, a journalist, producing books periodically because what he had to say on particular topics required more space than a newspaper or magazine could offer. He was not ashamed to be a journalist, knowing himself to be truthful, serious and anxious to enlighten, enlarge and glorify the minds of his readers. He was, in fact, without any of the intellectual and moral faults characteristic of journalists. 

GKC was, and is, a source of envy. He was prolific without being commonplace. His extraordinary facility did not make him a hack. His versatility was never superficial. He wrote a certain amount of nonsense but it was not, I'd say, more than five per cent of his huge output. He was often profound. He was nearly always original. He usually makes you think, even on hackneyed subjects, and even if, after you have thought, you decide he is wrong, you feel the effort worthwhile. He gives value. He seldom arouses resentment. You don't throw the book down in disgust. You may put it aside for a time but you come back to it. If you have a Chesterton shelf, it is well used: dingy, battered perhaps, scruffy volumes, often without covers or spines, dog-eared, scrawled in, but never dusty. He was, and is, envied because there is so much to envy, above all that wonderful flow of thoughts and that astonishing capacity to set them down on paper. 

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Tom Locker
March 14th, 2011
12:03 AM
Mr. Johnson, I'm currently reading your book "Napoleon" and at the same time looking through some short Stories by Stephen Vincent Benet. Are you familiar with his story "The Curfew Tolls?" An English General meets Napoleon, but this Napoleon dies in 1769 instead of being born then. You would enjoy it.

Bob Cook
December 7th, 2010
3:12 AM
EWTN has made a DVD of Chesterton's The Honor of Israel Gow, a father Brown mystery. It's great. You can buy it from EWTN or The American Chesterton Society.

calaquendi
December 6th, 2010
10:12 PM
Ignatius Press is publishing the Collected Works of GKC. They have printed Heretics and Orthodoxy in one volume, as well as St. Francis, St. Thomas and (I believe) The Everlasting Man together in another. Upwards of 25 volumes have been published, including several of his pieces from the Illustrated London News.

Matt P
December 6th, 2010
6:12 PM
Wonderful article about a wonderful man. His collected works (fiction, non-fiction, and journalism) can be found at the American Chesterton Society: http://www.chesterton.org/acs/collectedworks.htm

Blake
December 6th, 2010
6:12 PM
I'm working my way through GKC's collected works, published by Ignatius Press in the U.S. They are comprehensive, well presented, and I believe available in hardback. I have had wonderful experiences with customer service at Ignatius also. I highly recommend them. They should also be available on Amazon.

JD
December 6th, 2010
5:12 PM
"His Father Brown stories have never been serialised on TV, though they are a natural." Actually, there was a "Father Brown" series that aired on British Television in 1974, and which was eventually shown on PBS as part of their "Mystery!" series in 1982. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0069582/ Can't say how faithful it was to Chesterton since I only vaguely remember seeing an episode or two twenty-odd years ago, and blush to admit I've *never* read a "Father Brown" story. (My Chesterton reading has been limited to his criticism, biography, social criticism and religious writing. Never did get around to the fiction.) Regards, Joe

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