"In Defense of Sanity: the Best Essays of G. K. Chesterton" is by - who else? - the immortal Gilbert Keith Chesterton.
I read this slowly, but not because I didn't like it. Rather the reverse.
And, much like my book notes on Boethius, I have trouble knowing how to review this other than to just quote from it. As Boethius' words are better than mine, so are Chesterton's.
So, here are a few (a very few) quotations from this almost 400-page long tome. May it do nothing more than convince you to read the great man's work for yourself:
On believing your beliefs:
“Don’t say, ‘There is no true creed; for each
creed believes itself right and the others wrong.’ Probably one of the creeds
is right and the others wrong. Diversity does show that most of the views must
be wrong. It does not by the faintest logic show that they all must be wrong .
. .”
“The modern habit of saying, ‘This is my opinion,
but I may be wrong,’ is entirely irrational. If I say that it may be wrong I
say that it is not my opinion . . . A cosmic philosophy is not constructed to
fit a man; a cosmic philosophy is constructed to fit a cosmos. A man can no
more possess a private religion than he can possess a private sun and moon.
“The first of the intellectual beauties of the
book of Job is that it is all concerned with this desire to know the actuality,
the desire to know what is, and not merely what seems . . . If wishing to be
happy and being quite ready to be happy constitute an optimist, Job is an
optimist; he is an outraged and insulted optimist. He wishes the universe to
justify itself, not because he wishes it to be caught out, but because he
really wishes it to be justified . . . He remonstrates with his Maker because
he is proud of his Maker. He even speaks of the Almighty as his enemy, but he
never doubts, at the back of his mind, that his enemy has some kind of case
which he does not understand. In a fine and famous blasphemy he says, ‘Oh, that
my adversary had written a book!’ It never really occurs to him that it could
possibly be a bad book. He is anxious to be convinced, that is, he thinks that
God could convince him. In short, we may say again that if the world optimist
means anything (which I doubt) Job is an optimist. He shakes the pillars of the
world and strikes insanely at the heavens; he lashes at the stars, but it is
not to silence them, it is to make them speak.”
On the bravery of aiming true:
“But the splendor of the furrowed fields is this:
that like all brave things they are made straight, and therefore they bend. In
everything that bows gracefully there must be an effort of stiffness. Bows are
beautiful when they bend only because they try to remain rigid; and
sword-blades can curl like silver ribbons only because they are certain to
spring straight again. But the same is true of every tough curve of the
tree-trunk, of every strong-backed bend of the bough; there is hardly any such
thing in Nature as a mere droop of weakness. Rigidity yielding a little, like
justice swayed with mercy, is the whole beauty of the earth. The cosmos is a
diagram just bent beautifully out of shape. Everything tries to be straight;
and everything just fortunately fails.
“The foil may curve in the lunge; but there is
nothing beautiful about beginning the battle with a crooked foil. So the strict
aim, the strong doctrine, may give a little in the actual fight with facts; but
that is no reason for beginning with a weak doctrine or a twisted aim. Do not be an
opportunist; try to be theoretic at all the opportunities; fate can be trusted
to do the opportunistic part of it. Do not try to bend, any more than the trees
try to bend. Try to grow straight, and life will bend you.”
On great minds taking on a project not their own:
“The book originated in the suggestion of a
publisher; as many more good books have done than the arrogance of the man of
letters is commonly included to admit. Very much is said in our time about
Apollo adn Admetus, and the impossibility of asking genius to work within
prescribed limits or assist and alien design. But after all, as a matter of
fact, some of the greatest geniuses have done it, from Shakespeare botching up
bad comedies and dramatizing bad novels down to Dickens writing a masterpiece
as the mere framework for a Mr. Seymour’s sketches. Nor is the true explanation
irrelevant to the spirit and power of Dickens. Very delicate, slender, and bizarre talents indeed incapable of
being used for an outside purpose, whether of public good or of private gain.
But about very great and rich talent there goes a certain disdainful generosity
which can turn its hand to anything. Minor poets cannot write to order; but
very great poets can write to order. The larger the man’s mind, the wider his
scope of vision, the more likely it will be that anything suggested to him will
seem very significant and promising.”
On modern fantasy:
“There is no reason within reason, why literature
should not describe the demonic as well as the divine aspect of mystery or
myth. What is really remarkable is that in modern fiction, in an age accused of
frivolity, in an age perhaps only too headlong in its pursuit of happiness, or
at least of hedonism, the only popular sort of fantasy is the unhappy fantasy.
There is a certain amount of fantasy that is avowedly fantastic, in the sense
of unreal; mostly in the form of fairy-tales ostensibly written for children. But,
on the whole, when the serious modern novel has dealt with preternatural
agency, it has not only been serious but sad . . .”
“But in any case I am convinced that every deep
and delicate treatment of the magical theme . . . will always be found to imply
an indirect relation to the ancient blessing and cursing; and it is almost as
vital that it should be moral as that it should not be moralizing. Magic for
magic’s sake, like art for art’s sake, is found in fact to be too shallow, and
to be unable to live without drawing upon things deeper than itself. To say
that all real art is in black and white is but another way of saying that it is
in light and darkness; and there is no fantasy so irresponsible as really to
escape from the alternative.”
“To put the matter in one metaphor, the sexes are
two stubborn pieces of iron; if they are to be welded together, it must be
while they are red-hot. Every woman has to find out her husband is a selfish
beast, because every man is a selfish beast by the standard of a woman. But let
her find out the beast while they are both still in the story of ‘Beauty and
the Beast.’ Every man has to find out that his wife is cross—that is to say,
sensitive to the point of madness: for every woman is mad by the masculine
standard. But let him find out that she is mad while her madness is more worth
considering than anyone else’s sanity.”
“…healthy people will agree that you never enjoy
a game till you enjoy being beaten at a game.”
Yes, there are parts of this book that show their age (not in a good way), but most parts of this book that feel aged give that impression just because they hit on eternal truth. Occasionally I felt, "Hmm, he's trying to hit his word count here." Or page count, or however daily allotment of effort from a journalist was calculated in those days.
But those slow bits are a definite minority. On the whole, this collection is a delight. I can't imagine you'd regret diving into it.
Peace of Christ to you,
Jessica Snell
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But those slow bits are a definite minority. On the whole, this collection is a delight. I can't imagine you'd regret diving into it.
Peace of Christ to you,
Jessica Snell
This post contains Amazon affiliate links. (See full disclosure on sidebar of my blog.)
